Faelen's Story

Faelen strode forward through the dank ruins marveling at the intricate Dwarven stonework. His keen Elven eyes picked out some carvings of interest above an arched entranceway. Before he could decipher anything meaningful about the carvings he was disturbed suddenly by the sound of footfalls behind him. He gracefully spun around and peered at the location of the noises, drawing his rapier and holding his torch up. Strolling into the torchlight, seemingly unconcerned with the elf’s weapon, was the silhouette of a voluptuous woman. He shouted “I mean you no harm, do you speak the common tongue?”

But as she drew closer Faelen realized it was no ordinary woman. She was easily half again as tall as him, with smooth gray skin and solid green eyes that glittered like emeralds. Long raven black hair came down just past her shoulders, framing a face that would be considered beautiful in a circumstance less alarming than this one. She was completely naked with large breasts that giggled slightly with every step. And most unsettling of all between her wide hips was a flaccid cock, nearly a foot long, flanked by two apple sized balls all of which mirrored the shaking of her ample chest.

As she strode forward Faelen began to backpedal, the locals had said that these ruins were haunted, that people who entered them never came out. But Faelen had dismissed that as human superstition after they had proved themselves incapable of providing a shred of proof. He repeated once again this time desperately “do you speak the common tongue!” At this she responded with an amused gale of laughter. As her laughter died down she finally spoke “Yes I can speak your language, now drop the weapon.” She smiled, amused “I don’t want to hurt you.” Faelen found himself bumping up against the back wall of the previously unexplored room, with nowhere to go and the woman still walking towards he began to lower his weapon. Then when she was just a few feet away he surged forward, thrusting his rapier with speed and accuracy that had been honed over years of practice.

The woman’s amused expression didn't falter as she twisted out of the way impossibly fast and with a blur of motion grabbed both of the elf’s arms, struggling against her strength he found himself utterly at her mercy. He dropped his rapier and looked at her pleadingly and her expression seemed to soften slightly. Seeing his opportunity Faelen brought his knee into her solar plexus causing her to double over in pain. With this he leapt over her crumpled form and made a frantic run for the exit but within seconds he began to hear massive footfalls catching up to him. He turned his head around to look just in time to see a massive hand grabbing him by his head. The woman spoke calmly as Faelen struggled feebly flailing his limbs in the air “You are mine now, you belong to me. And when you realize that, is when you begin a new life of bliss, but first for your defiance.” And with that she threw Faelen across the room, he slammed into the carved stone wall and his world went dark.

Faelen awoke groggily shifting his weight around in a soft bed. Then the memories came flooding back into his mind and he sat bolt upright. He looked wildly around the room to see if his captor was there but the room was completely empty. He then realized he was completely naked and grimaced, surveying the room around him. There was the large bed he was currently in, all red silks and pillows, a wardrobe and a full body mirror mirror. He got out of the bed and realized in doing so that he was completely uninjured, which called into question his final memory of being thrown against the wall so hard he was knocked out. Was it all a dream? He looked into the mirror and saw the

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