Preamble:
Cloudberry Chronicles is an erotic web series that follows the eponymous adventures of Cloudberry, an elf on a mission to save her homeland and bring peace. It predominantly features lesbian, pansexual and polyamorous characters who are both cis and trans for your reading pleasure. It contains scenes of mild peril and fantasy scenarios where coercion may be a sexual feature, eg. kidnapping and slavery (all stories come with content warnings).
Each story is a fully contained adventure, and the beginning of the smut (if you want to skip the lore and get right down to business) is marked in bold
. CC is written by dresspockets, a non-binary, polyamorous, switchy sapphic minx who wanted to see more diverse LGBT+ representation in fantasy elf smut.
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Cloudberry Chronicles Part III: Sex, Lies and Other Temptations
CW and themes: fantasy, predicament play, magic, peril, ice, oral, sex, tiefling, elf, orc, drow, interrogation, tickling, pansexual, lesbian, transgender, nonbinary
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Deep beneath the snowy landscape, down beneath the dirt and the earth and the roots of tall trees. Past layer upon layer of rock, there is a cavern. Not any ordinary cavern with stalactites and cave bats and salt. No, this cavern was a throne room. Intricately carved and pillared with giant formations of dark crystals. Any sound in this cathedral-like crypt would echo broadly around the chamber.
The chamber was full of people, and yet it was totally and utterly silent. Not one person felt brave enough to even draw breath, as the eyes of the Drow Queen speared into the poor fool in front of her. a gaze so sharp it could draw blood.
"What do you mean by telling me that you have failed?"
The silence was shattered. Her words dripping like treacle over the ears of everyone in the enormous cavern, the sound carrying easily.
The figure was still, barely moving except for a slight shaking. She was naked, but her long and tangled locks of black hair cascaded around her and hid her body from view.
"You will answer me, necromancer. Or you will die."
The Drow Queen towered above the prone figure, her long and magnificent white hair braided and cascaded down her back. An elaborate headdress extended out over her face like gilded spider legs. She wore only golden jewellery. No cloth, only piercings. Golden chains attached to small rings joined her nipples and her sex. Chains ran from her ears to her nose and lips. The tinkling links fell from her wrist cuffs and clattered to the floor, attached to golden bejewelled cuffs at her ankle. Even a few of her long nails were pierced with small golden hoops and jewels. Her dark umber skin was burnished with pure gold dust; at her hips, her thighs, her neck and arms. Her lips, eyes, nipples and cunt were glittering golden too, whether by nature or design it was hard to tell.
The necromancer raised her head from the floor and stared listlessly at the Drow Queens taloned feet.
"M-my liege, I implore you... I did not mean to fail. I have no idea why it did not work."
Apart from a slight stutter, her voice was emotionless. Even so, tears fell from her eyes and down her cheeks, mixing with red before pooling onto the floor. The floor was red with blood. It was everywhere, it coated the hands and the feet of the naked necromancer. The tips of her over-long hair were painted crimson and hung wet against her buttocks. The blood trailed off from a side door, from which could faintly be heard screams.
The Drow Queen snapped her fingers. Immediately, five identical figures moved out of the shadows behind her. Five identical twins, her personal handmaidens. They have never uttered a word in their life so as not to sully the purity of their mouths, which exist only to pleasure the Queen. They were naked, grey skin adorned in similar golden paint.
Gracefully they ran in from of her, prostrating their bodies in the blood before the queen. She walked forward towards the necromancer, heels stepping on the backs of her servants. Once used, a twin would run to the front of the queue and bow down again, creating a moving bridge to keep the Drow Queen unsullied and untouched. They passed her long locks of trailing hair meticulously amongst them, keeping it from touching the filthy mess.
At last, she came to a stop on the final twin a hairs breath away from the upturned face of the necromancer woman.
"Stand." she commanded.
And she stood, a bloody mess dripping with her own shame at having failed. She was short in stature and abnormally gaunt, ribs and other bones visible through her flesh. Her skin was darker than black, one of the deepest shades of Drow skin reserved for the royal family and the noble houses. Her eyes were as red as the blood congealing down her body. Vaguely visible on her charcoal skin were the faint outlines of scars -- the payment for a lifetime of necromancy work.
"Enora, my whip." She reached her hand out to the left.
The Queen's head assassin, leader of the Royal Drow Guild of Executioners, the Drow woman known as Enora, placed the ceremonial gold-handled flogger into her majesty's outstretched hand.
"My Queen, if I may..."
The Queen raised her eyebrows at this unexpected speech from Enora.
"My Liege, send me to find the artefact instead. I would never fail you, unlike her." Her eyes flicked to the necromancer, who showed no sign of hearing her.
"I know a... procurer, shall we say, of rare objects. One of those strange, third gender tieflings from across the ocean. She knows where to find... that book."
The queen turned her attention to her fully.
"Send you? Enora, have you ever even seen the surface?"
Enora shook her head.
"Have you even met a snow elf, other than in our dungeons? They are savage, merciless, cruel creatures and care nothing for us or our ways. If they have the artefact, they would certainly misuse it. Are you sure that you are up to this task?"
Enora pursed her lips and bowed to the blood soaked ground.
"I am, My Queen."
Her eyes were steely, her gaze unfaltering.
"I will never let you down."
The Queen smiled broadly and began unfurling the whip in her hands.
"No, you will not let me down. Because if you did, you would suffer a worse fate than this one here. Leave us. Do not return without my artefact."
As Enora strode out of the room, she heard the crack of the whip and the wailing screams of her failed predecessor.
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"I'm sorry my dear, did I hurt you?"
Enora was brought out of her reverie by the sound of a sharp smack, and the honeyed voice of the Tiefling Lin. She thought about her previous confidence in her plan, and had the uneasy feeling that something was definitely going to go wrong.
Cloudberry lifted her chin, her cheek smarting from the tail whip, and feigned humility.