This is my first attempt at erotica, I simply had to get something down on paper (or, you know, internet-based plasma photons or whatever) or I was going to go nuts, and this is the product of my twisted mind. It's a one-shot "one-and-done" style story, but with an opportunity to expand the world if it sees popularity. So if you liked or loved it, let me know. I know as authors we are also harsh critics and I can receive scathing criticism well, so feel free to dish that out on me if you wish to. With regards to the grammar, all capitalizations (that I caught, at least) of pronouns are intentional with regards to which timeline the character is referencing and how they do/will see the other and themselves. That statement will make sense when you get to it.
***Disclaimer, if you seek this kind of activity in real life, get help, that's weird. All characters are older than 18 (there are only two main characters, honestly), and pineapples are the superior fruit. This drew inspiration from a story on another website, but I'm not sure if I'm allowed to reference that. PM me if you want to know what story it is, or if it's not a TOS violation let me know and I'll post the title to the story that became my muse in the comments. Thanks guys, don't forget to comment and upvote if you enjoyed it! Encouragement is my strongest motivator.
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Echoes of change whispered through the crags of the Great Scar, riding the wind over the spires of Mount Thelandriel looming above the great city of Vfeden'l. Rolling over the Thelandriel Range, the echoes danced in the icy atmosphere of the great mountains, ever onward down the slopes and across the plains and forests of Vfedi. Ill intent lined the edges of their muted and ethereal conversations, even as they crossed over Maidengarde, home of the Daughters of El'r, Goddess of Adventure and Justice. Making their way past a lone Daughter, onward through Vol Garad they seemed to cackle, swirling through the misty expanse of its rocky terrain...
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Helena of Maidengarde shivered as an ice-cold gust cut her to the core. Cresting another rocky hill, she let out a small sigh, nearly tripping on an outcropped piece of magmite. They seemed to spring out of the ground everywhere, and were nearly impossible to avoid, especially in this low light.
The populace of Vfeden'l had begged the Sisterhood to investigate reports of strange magic in the area. As Maidengarde's most experience battle-sorceress, Helena had taken on the task. The going was a lot slower than originally anticipated, however. Partially because of the rough landscape, partially because of the cold, and partially because of the nightmares that kept her awake at night. Helena was no stranger to nightmares, the cold terrors brought on by faerie sickness from not respecting one's magic reserves were a common occurrence for all sorcerers, and especially battle sorcerers, where bloodlust is a common occurrence. Still they affected her sleep, and that made for slow going during the day.
She nicked another stone with her boot-toe and swore. Using her technique she examined the damage, nothing but a light bruising, no healing necessary. Onward she trudged for several more hours until she could see the air dampen ahead, heavy with sorcery and evil. That night she camped just outside of its range, but the nightmares still came. Twice she woke up, simultaneously terrified and aroused, which was confusing, as the two didn't usually go hand in hand. A quick swipe of her nether area confirmed the moisture gathered there, however. After the second time, she attempted to frig herself to no avail; release simply wouldn't come. Not thinking too much of it - likely the environment she was in - she curled over and went back to sleep, her slit moist and warm, but not unpleasantly so. Sleep found her untroubled in her dreams after that, save for the amber eyes that seemed ever present, watching. Waiting.
The next morning, still somewhat horny and frustrated, she began her arduous trek into the dangerous, magical aura. Small magmite hills now jutted from the landscape in every direction, some split wide open by other pieces of magmite. Scientists, geologists, and students of the arcane alike had many hypotheses as to what formed this area, many believed that it was the doing of a particular powerful demon, Lucifel. Conjecture, obviously, as it was millenia ago, but the evidence of a violent destruction in the area was obvious, as well as eruptions of some kind. The whole area was awash with dirt and lava rock alike, the outcrops appearing to simply jut straight out of the ground in random pockets of upheaval, lending to the theory of magical force - particularly evil at that - and giving it credence. It was the reason people avoided Vol Garad in the first place. Whatever evil had decided to nest here now could have been here for years unnoticed. It was only a few days journey from Maidengarde, but no Daughter had set foot on its stone in ages, before Helena.
"If someone was able to uncover the magic here as a focus..." Helena let her spoken thought drift with the wind. Why they hadn't thought to send a few more Sisters with her baffled her completely, but not much for it now. She was strong, she had come out of every fight the victor.
Though not unscathed...
She thought, rubbing the scar along her thigh absentmindedly. The action provided a conduit for her forgotten sexual need, however. Attempting to masturbate again provided no relief, only pleasure and frustration, and she was beginning to think that it perhaps had something to do with the evil around her.
Several hours later her theory was confirmed, she was so horny and desperate for release she could hardly think straight. Her hand was permanently in her pants now as she walked, desperately trying to...to...what was she doing again?
Oh, right. Masturbate. She looked down at her wet leather trousers. She was so wet her juices had actually seeped through. No wonder she felt dehydrated. She smiled mischievously as she slowly slid out of them. Her perfect ass "popping" out as she pushed down on the waistline. Her panties were drenched, and they stuck to the leather and slid down her leg as she stepped out of them. She unstrapped her harness, and undid the leather straps around her chest gear. Her tits - which she was secretly quite proud of, actually - bounced freely in the pleasant, chill air. Her left hand now ventured down to her pussy and began frigging in earnest, desperate to achieve that state of all-encompassing bliss which had eluded her for two days straight now.
