Hi there.
It is I, the Narrator.
Maybe some of you find it odd to be addressed directly like this. Off-putting, perhaps? Well, that's just tough titties I'm afraid, because I'm here and part of the deal. If that's not to your liking, dear reader, I would kindly suggest you fuck off now and save us all precious time.
Still here?
Good. Now, I know why the majority of you are here, and there's no need to lie to your dear friend the Narrator. You horny bastards want to see some raunchy sex scenes, something to wank off to, to flick the bean to, to skin the sausage to- you get the fucking point.
And it's all going to be in here. Even some right nasty shit that would make the author's mother wonder where the hell she went wrong in life.
However!
Like any good sex, you have to build up the mood, do a bit of foreplay before really getting into it. You know, smack her tits about a bit. And her arse too.
And I'm getting off track.
My point is, there's going to be some world building and actual story that I know at least some of you slightly less horny readers will be pleased with. If that's not to your liking and you just want to get straight in there and fuck it in the pussy, I suggest you join the other lot that have already left and find something easier to jerk off to. Easy like your mother.
Don't let the door hit you on the way out.
Still here? Then I take it you are curious to see where this all goes, the poor bastard who has to proofread this or you have some kind of degradation fetish. Which is cool, that's not something I judge.
You dirty little slut.
Anyway, let's talk about the actual story a bit and what you can expect.
The world is called Volupaera and, like most fantasy worlds, has magic. Or at least it did. See, that's the problem. All the magic is fading away. It's buggering off. And nobody knows why. I mean, I know why, but it would kill the point of the story if I told you everything now.
So everyone on Volupaera is wondering what the hell is going on, where did all the magic go, and will anyone notice if I take that fit redhead accountant out back and give her a good fucking seeing to?
Sorry, that last one was what I was wondering.
Moving swiftly on, the rulers of the various races decided to convene and find out what the issue was. Naturally, the summit that was meant to help save the world turned into finger pointing and name calling faster than you can say a fantasy slur.
Politics, who knew right?
While the stunties, the knife-ears and normie elites argued and the less "civilised" races didn't even get an invite, there was one normie lad who actually thought of a solution to the problem.
Fio was an inventor that had long dabbled in various technologies that didn't require magic to use, even though many thought he was batshit insane for doing so. See, Fio was a low-born commoner without a surname and also without any magical ability at all. To make up for this birth defect, Fio found creative ways to get similar results.