The result of this story was decided using dice.
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Lustia. A world where gods and goddesses bless mortals with powers, great and small. A world where violence has been largely replaced with sex. A world of sexfighting, romance, magic, and adventure. What follows is a recounting of a story from this land.
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Ellen was the third daughter of a merchant family. Her sisters handled the shop front and accounting, and her brother handled the planning and decision-making, so while Ellen did help on occasion, she always felt like she wasn't contributing. Eventually, she found her way to help, even though she had to keep it a secret. She felt her parents wouldn't approve.
After all, what parents would approve of their twenty one year old daughter fucking strangers?
The merchant Ellen was currently fucking into submission groaned as Ellen toyed with him, grinding her nice, bubbly ass on his cock.
"Is that all you got, old man~?" She taunted him. "Melted by a young woman's ass~? You didn't even touch my pussy or asshole, just my cheeks were enough for you~. Pathetic."
The merchant could do nothing but moan, his wrists pinned by her hands to the soft bed.
When she approached the man earlier, explaining that she wanted to sexfight him, he was eager, almost condescending, assuming he would show this young, inexperienced waif why she should respect her elders.
The conditions she set - that if he won, she would convince her parents to take the quite frankly atrocious deal he offered, and if she won, he would give them a better one - were but an amusing afterthought back then. Now?
She grinned, leaned down, dodged him as he tried to kiss her, and whispered in his ear.
"Come on~. Cum~. You know you want to~. You never stood a chance, anyway~."
It was too much for him. He broke, his cum splattering on her back.
"Good man~. Now, remember your end of the deal, okay~?" She took a towel and began to wipe the cum off. He didn't even make her sweat. When she left the room, she sighed in disgust and frustration.
She had high hopes for this foreign merchant, but his whole family was a wash.
His son was decent, at least, and she gave him the honor of finishing her off after the deed - she had to let him hammer at her for almost half an hour, during which he came another three times, but at least he managed it, unlike anyone native to the town.
His daughter was a spoiled brat, but the way her facade of arrogance melted away made it worthwhile, even if her fingering barely tickled.
And his wife was a shy, demure thing. Ellen almost felt bad for the woman - the merchant's appetite for courtesans had already made waves in the small town, and Ellen guessed his wife was married off to him for political reasons. Given that, she decided to go easy on her, the sexfight turning into Ellie gently guiding her to orgasm.
It still amused her she could be a dommy mommy to women old enough to be her mother.
Back in the present, however, she realized she had taken too long: the sun was beginning to rise, and with it, her parents would.
Just like always when she failed to budget her time properly, she relied on her power.
You see, Ellen was special: when she wanted, she could achieve incredible feats, at the cost of being incredibly sore and tired afterward. Arm wrestling, cramming for a test, or, like now, running, nothing was beyond her.
She managed to sprint up the stairs into her room just in time, as she heard the doors to her older sister's bedroom open from the top of the stairs.
She quickly but quietly closed the door, and flopped onto the bed, intending to fake being asleep but soon genuinely taking a nap, as the exhaustion of staying up all night and using her power caught up with her.
She only woke up when one of her older sisters, Jane, opened the door.
"It's morning~. Wakey wakey~, sleepyhead~." She softly said as she ran her hand through Ellen's hair.
Ellen rolled over, trying to keep sleeping, but then Jane tickled the back of Ellen's neck, bringing her to full wakefulness.
"Hey!" Ellen's complaints were loud, and she sat up grumpily, still tired from last night.
"Come on. Dad has something to discuss over breakfast." Jane explained cheerfully why she woke Ellen up. Perhaps too cheerfully, as unnoticed by Ellen, a spark of mischievousness indicated that Jane knew just how tired Ellen actually was.
Still groaning, Ellen waved Jane off and got up from bed, putting on her pants and shirt.
She'd leave the braiding of her long hair to Jane. It was the least she deserved.
When she made her way downstairs to the breakfast, her family was already waiting for her.
"Sit down, sit down!" Her father thundered between bites of a prodigious pile of scrambled eggs. "I'll be leaving to negotiate a deal today."
Ellen nodded. Father was often busy with this, securing suppliers and buyers who decided they weren't worth the effort of visiting.
"And I'd like you to go with me, if you want." Father continued. "It's in the city, and I thought you could appreciate the change of scenery." The explanation made some sense, though not much. It didn't explain why he chose her to go with him instead of having her fill in for one of her siblings who would actually be useful during the negotiations.
"Why me?" Ellen asked. "You rarely do something without a reason."
Sighing, her father dug something out of his coat: an opened letter that he then handed over to Ellen.
