Adventures of the Buxom Beauty Ch. 5 Story Disclaimer: This series contains the use of strong mature content such as non consensual sex, mature language, violence and gore. If you are under the legal age of consent (18+) you may not view this story.
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As the morning sun rose over the elven village, Gwendolyn spoke with the village elder. "But Elder Zie, the gremlins must be exposed of." she said. "We can not allow them t-."
"I said 'No!" boomed Zie, "I can not allow you to undertake such a task. It is just too dangerous. Especially for someone like you."
Gwendolyn had a muddled look overtake her angelic face. Zie taking notice of the confused look sighed and spoke, "Gwen, look at yourself. Look at your womanly curves." Still, a bit puzzled, the elf girl looked down at her womanly figure. What a figure it was in deed.
Gwen truly had an amazing body anyone would kill to get their hands on. She stood at five foot and five inches tall. Starting with her beautiful feet, laced in her golden sandals. The straps of which reached almost to her knees. Rising higher, her very thick thighs lead to an equally wide hips and shapely back side. Covered only by a short golden mini skirt. Under said skirt, she wore her blue panties. Her stomach flat and toned. Her humongous breasts, barely contained within her very tight golden chest armor. Though this chest armor was able to move with along with her as it was made of mithril. A thin chainmail-like armor that was just as strong and resilient as a dragon's scales.
Though it protected her, the armor plunged down at the neck, creating a mouth-watering view of her cleavage. The length of the armor ended several inches above her naval. Underneath the golden chest piece she wore her blue bra that matched her panties. The bra of course was a few cup sizes too small and struggled to contain the massive flesh boulders. Her giant mountains of flesh were almost three times the size of her head. Thankfully for her, she did not get these breasts from a perverted old wizard.
She was born with this gift, or curse as she saw it. Despite all her lovely womanly curves, she was still extremely beautiful even if she didn't have them. Her red hair pulled up into a nice high ponytail that trailed down between her shoulder blades. This particular hair style choice showed off her long pointed ears. So there was no mistaking her for anything but elven kind. Her pale skin accented her red freckles that dotted her face around her nose adamantly. Giving her a more innocent look. Her arms were bare from the sleeveless mithril she wore. They were thin but toned, her wrists up to her elbows covered by golden embraces that ended in points.
Being an archer, and a skilled one at that, her weapon of choice was a well crafted elven bow. Gold and black in color, the bow was holstered on her back along with her quiver full of arrows.
"Well? Do you see now why it is too dangerous for you to go?" asked Zie as he pointed to her figure.
"My curves will not hinder my abilities to carry out this task, Elder." Gwen said confidently.
"You know of gremlins. You know just how crafty and deviant those monsters are. Just look at what happened to that wandering traveler that came to our village." Zie hung and shook his head, not wanting to think about the tragic affair that had befallen upon that poor woman.
"It was an unfortunate fate. She just passed through at the wrong time. There was not you or anyone could do, Elder." the buxom elf approached the old Zie and placed her hand on his shoulder. "No one could have known they would attack at that given moment."
Zie patted Gwendolyn's hand then turned to gaze out of the hut's window. His eyes fixed on the mountain pass that lead to the gremlin's lair.
"Please, Elder. Let me avenge that poor woman and rid this world of those vile beings." The elder sighed, "You are so much like your mother, you know that?" Zie turned to face Gwen, whom now was fighting back tears at the mention of her late mother. Zie held his arms apart, "Come here my daughter, or are you too old to embrace your father?" he smirked. Gwen rushed to his arms, her massive breasts crushing against his chest. She held him tight letting a few tears escape her emerald eyes.
She wept as she told her father how much she missed her dear mother. It had been a few years back that her mother passed. An unknown illness overtook the once proud elven adventurer. On her death-bed she passed her armor and weapons onto her daughter to carry on riding the world of foul beasts and monsters alike.
"I miss her greatly, father." wept Gwen. Zie held her head up and looked her in the eyes, "She loved you very much and would be proud of the woman you have become." He consoled his daughter for a few moments more before telling her, "Now, my daughter, dry your eyes for you have a great task ahead of you." The gorgeous elf rose her head and began to wipe away her tears. "Are you saying you are granting me permission?" she asked. Zie nodded his head in agreement. "But you must be careful. I can't lose you too." Gwendolyn promised her father she would be careful. Then thanked him with a big kiss on the cheek. Before she departed, Zie told her to stop by Bushy's alchemist shop to gather her supplies.
Gwen rolled her eyes, "Why must we even deal with that.. Deviant?"
"He may be a deviant, my daughter, but he is the only alchemist we have. But if he gets to be too belligerent I know you can handle yourself." he said with a wink. She smiled at her father then turned left the hut closing the door behind her. She walked over to Bushy's shop. Opening the door to the small establishment, Gwen looked around the place. Shelves cluttered by random vials full of all manner of elixirs. Some shelves even had raw items for those that practiced the art of alchemy. Gwen called out Bush's name.
The busty elf heard some slapping noises coming from behind a burlap curtain behind the counter. "Gweny? Ohhh yesss...Erm, be right out!" a voice called out from behind the tattered cover in a breathless tone.
"Hurry up I don't have all day! And don't call me Gweny!" said Gwendolyn irritated.
She hated how Bushy would use such nicknames to identify her, as if she was his 'pet' or some nonsense. Bushy yanked the burlap curtain to one side violently, as if he was trying to flee from some dire beast. This surprised the young twenty-year old elf woman.
Coming around the counter to stand in front of Gwen he spoke, "Oh my yummy, yummy Gweny, so great to see you! And you of course brought the 'twins', how lovely!" he said licking his lips eyeing up her giant mams.
Bushy was a much older elf, even older than her father the village Elder. His age shown across his wrinkled face. Solid white hair that receded in the front. A long nose with a single boil on the left side of it. Thin but tall frame, standing much higher than Gwen. This height advantage gave him a lovely view down her armor's neck line. He wore a tattered long tunic that reached down past his knees and slippers. The young, busty elf saw his tunic tented a bit. Her guess was that he was no doubt jerking himself behind the curtain. More than likely he was thinking about her as he fancied Gwen and especially her large breasts. The old brought his withered hands up to grasp her huge mams.
With a huff, she slapped his hands away. "Why don't you grab my supplies and not my tits, Bushy?" "Oh I love it when you play hard to get!" said Bushy licking his lips and rubbing his hands.