Shanoas' story.
Authors' notes: This story is based on a dear friends' character in a fantasy game called Dungeons and Dragons in which she plays an Eladrin Sorceror. During the course of the games I wrote up the combat encounters as a log of the parties' adventure together.
The woman who created 'Shanoa' as her player character read and enjoyed the way I write and asked if I would consider an adult version of events. So aside from the main story and secretly from the rest of the group, based on long conversations we had about her characters' backstory, her own personal fantasies and desires I decided to write them up as a separate tale.
The major theme of this fantasy story is BDSM, something I have recently turned my attention to and a major turn on for my friend in her own personal life. A word of warning to readers, this story contains some taboo subjects such as bondage, whips, chains, ropes, choking and a large part later on is 'forced' play, however it does not contain any bodily waste, piercing or blood.
This is the prequel to the actual adventure but I can either (depending on feedback) post the combat/non-erotic part elsewhere on this site with a link or I'll put a brief synopsis of how the party jumped to the next place.
For the guidelines of Literotica.com everyone in this story involved sexually in any way shape or form is over 18 years of age or the equivalent for their race/species. Thank you for reading and feedback you would like to leave.
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Part One.
Being the daughter of Eladrin Duke Ethradi Elhromane, Shanoa had certain expectations put upon her from an early age; wed into a good noble family, study hard at the academy and represent her family with pride.
Shanoas father led the Kings Guard and defended the city of Mithrendian bravely, his family where at the top tier of the Kings inner circle and were given certain liberties due to their station. The finest foods and wines delivered daily, the best teachers and facilities opened to his children and the honour of riding at the Kings side into battles, when they had them.
The city had been at peace for a generation, her father last fought in the Battle of the Wastes some 80 years before. On his return he had met Shanoas mother Mitharia. Her mother worked the royal stables and tended Ethradis' wounded horse back to health with her tender care after the war was over.
They were married within the year and she bore a daughter for him, Shanoa, hair blonde like her father and eyes a brilliant violet like her mothers. Soon Mitharia managed the royal stables and taught Shanoa how to ride very early in her childhood.
When her mother passed away Shanoa was 70 years old, barely of age in Eladrin years, she had no role model to guide her as she blossomed into womanhood and no compass to help her with the changes she was going through. She became reclusive and shy throwing herself into her work.
Her studies at the academy were heavily focused on the Arcane Arts, splintered wands and dusty tomes became all she carried with her most days. She struggled to wield a wand and spell book effectively, the mistress of her school, a cruel woman named Lady Taliahan, had often forced Shanoa to study long into the night to perfect wand technique and chanting.
As she grew older Shanoa began to realise she could feel the magic inside her, as she cast spells they felt more as though they came from her hand than the stick of wood between her fingers. She daren't ask the mistress what this meant for fear of punishment, so she decided to ask one of her most trusted teachers about the sensations she felt when she cast spells.
She ventures into the academy one evening and knocks on the instructors' door. There is no answer.
"Sir?" she whispers, poking her head into the classroom. "Sir Fael are you here?" She hears a noise coming from behind a door at the back of the room. She creeps slowly to the small wooden door and presses her ear against it. She hears a woman's muffled scream and what she quickly recognises as a riding crop whipping through the air.
The sound of leather on flesh permeates the thin door and the resulting moan rings in Shanoas' ears. Panicked she bursts into the room to stop the assault, finding herself face to face with her teacher standing naked before her a bull whip in his left hand and the riding crop she heard in the other.
"Shanoa?!" he gasps covering himself poorly. Shanoa looks past him to find the sound of the screaming. She sees a female body bound and gagged, bruises on her chest and tied to a table. Her legs covered with rope are spread apart displaying her glistening sex, a plank between her arms pushing into her back arching her backwards, her head of long auburn hair flowing down behind her. Sir Fael rushes to release his captive victim.
"Shanoa I know you must be confused right now," he begins to explain, "But this isn't as bad as it looks." He loosens the bonds freeing the woman from the table. She raises her head looking at Sir Fael with confusion, she catches the eye of Shanoa and her eyes widen. Shanoa suddenly realises who the woman is, Lady Taliahan. She almost didn't recognise her without her signature tight buns in her hair and crop under her arm. Shanoa realises what Sir Fael is holding in his hand and falls backwards against the door.
"Shanoa just wait," pleads her once most trusted teacher. Lady Taliahan wriggles free of the table and pulls the gag from her mouth.
"What are you doing in here!?" she screams. "You will be sorry for just barging into a room like that."
"I...I'm sor..." stutters Shanoa. "I thought you were in danger Ma'am."
"Don't worry Shanoa." Sir Fael says softly, "You aren't in trouble we just need to explain what you saw here. I don't want you thinking I was hurting Olani... Lady Taliahan
"Explain?!" yells Olani furiously, "We will not explain anything to this pervert. She was watching us!"
"I wasn't!" swears Shanoa, "I wanted to help." She fumbles for the handle of the door as Lady Taliahan climbs down from the table and snatches the whip from Sir Faels' hand.
"You will not tell a soul what you saw here!" continues Olani, "I will make sure of that." Bearing down on the young Eladrin she raises her whip, Sir Fael steps between them and takes the lash of the crop across his chest. He drops to one knee as Olani stops her march to Shanoa.
"What are you doing Jamian?" she scolds pushing past him. Shanoa releases the door and falls into the classroom. Shuffling on her back she moves away from the approaching Mistress. She feels an energy build up inside her, instinctively she closes her eyes and raises her hands. She feels the heat of flame erupt from her fingertips.
She hears a piercing scream in front of her.
"Olani?!" shouts Sir Faels voice. "Shit the building is on fire!" his voice fades as Shanoa blacks out, drained of energy.
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The Elders spent many days debating what could be done with the sorceress that burned down part of the academy with a single spell. Phrases such as 'bad omen' and 'the ruin of us all' were batted back and forth. Shanoa had spent the best part of the week locked away in a tower at the royal palace, waiting for the Councils' verdict. Never once was she summoned to state her defence, to tell them what really happened. Perhaps Lady Taliahan span enough falsehood that Shanoas word was not to be trusted.
Finally her father entered her room in the tower, she ran to hug him and he wrapped his arms around her tightly as he let go she looked up at his face. She barely saw her father as it was and this last week looked as though it had taken a lot out of him. His eyes looks weary and his usually swept back blonde hair slightly bedraggled across his brow.
"Father thank Corellon!" she sobs. "I have to tell you the..."
"The Council have reached a decision." He interjects with a stony expression.
"But I haven't told them what happened!" cries Shanoa outraged.
"It is too late." Her father says looking at his daughter. "You... you are to remain here in the tower."
"Until when?" she asks fearing his response.
