Hey there Literotica! This is my first ever attempt and submission of erotica. It's a plot that has been done a few times, but I plan to take it about 5 steps further. On that note, there is femdom and male sub in this one.
Future stories will get progressively nasty, including but not limited to, futa on male/female, piss and scat, non-con, incest, feminization/crossdressing, non human and what ever kink strikes my sinful fancy. You've been warned.
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Faelen sighed as he stood up, brushing dirt off his tunic. This deep into Algorah Forest, it should be easier to find the herbs he was looking for, and it was the optimal time to harvest them too. Why wasn't there any Fallvem Root around? '
Oh well, I'll just have to keep looking
,' he thought to himself.
He needed the herb to mix up potions of pliability, not something that sold as well as his usual brews when he took them to market. But he needed them, or more accurately his wife, Korithia, had demanded them upon realizing that she was pregnant. Being the only alchemist in his village, it was up to him to find the herb and create the potion.
Faelen sighed, stretched and wandered a bit further down the banks of the stream he was following to continue his search. Coming back without the herbs was not an option. Korithia had let him know in very loud and harsh terms that she refused to gain the stretch marks or flabby skin that was common among the wives of the farming village they both grew up in. She had been doing a lot of that lately, the shouting.
'
Maybe it's the hormones
', he wistfully dreamed. He sighed again. He knew it wasn't the hormones, it was a much deeper problem than that. The sweet girl he had known and admired his whole life just wasn't the person he had thought she was.
A cycle younger than his nineteen years, the eighteen-year-old red haired beauty he courted and married not only 3 months ago, had faded away rather quickly after the Church officiated joining ceremony. In her place was an identical looking, violent-tempered woman with a colder heart than he had thought.
They had both grown up in Taremit Village, Korithia the daughter of a farmer, Faelen the son of the village herbalist. Faelen had been formed to leave home at the age of eighteen, something he had been expecting, given that he was a bastard.
The man who raised him, Hamdell, was a retired soldier, who had been away on campaign fighting the Great Kargor Orc Horde when a traveling elven bard had passed through the village. Needing some ointment on a scratch he had received, the bard visited Marissa, the village herbalist who was married to Hamdell. Sweet-talked by his bardic skills and elvish fair looks, she ended up carrying his children.
When Hamdell returned from the war to find his wife swollen with twins that couldn't have been his, he wasn't pleased, but apparently had the decency to raise them with her. A gruff military man, he had been a hard father, particularly to Faelen and his twin sister Kaleria, who both differed markedly from the rest of the family with their bright blond hair, pale skin, slightly pointed ears and willow figures. Hamdell constantly pushed Faelen's two older brothers and younger sister to build muscle, which seemed to be far easier for the pure-blooded humans than for Faelen or Kaleria.
At least Marissa, his mom, had taught him all she knew of her herbalist profession, something at which Faelen excelled. He had even been taught alchemy for a few years after he turned fourteen when he was apprenticed to a guild brewer a few towns over. Apparently, herbalism and alchemy can naturally to elves, and it had allowed Faelen to not need worry over his financial future, people always had an ailment.
After he had turned eighteen, he had sold a bevy of potions that he had mixed up in preparation for his independence, fetching a fair bit of coin. He was able to afford a small but well-built cottage outside of the village, on the outskirts of Algorah Forest. It helped the land there was cheap, and he had access to plenty of herbs.
The night of Faelen and Korithia's joining, he had seen the hint of disappointment in her eyes when she gazed upon his slender half-elf form. He didn't have the muscle that was present on the sons of farmers and working tradesmen in Taremit. The look in her eyes had only grown when she saw what he was... endowed with. The resulting performance stress and vigorous encouragement of pre-marital abstinence by the Church had made their consummation embarrassingly short. Their follow up attempts had fared only slightly better, with him barely managing to accomplish the deed. Faelen thought he even had heard her mutter about him needing to brew an endurance potion.
Not that that would have helped, endurance potions only gave the body energy, and his problem was he barely lasted a half-minute under her touch. Growing up with older brothers, Faelen seen enough glimpses during their monthly baths in the village river to know that he had less than half the length of others his height. Thankfully, he wasn't teased for it, since he was too self-conscious about his lack of body hair to expose himself the way the men did. Sometimes being a half-elf sucked.
Faelen paused in his search for Fallvem Root, a tear in his eye and frown on his lips remembering what had happened right before he went out to the forest. He had finally worked up the nerve to proposition his own wife after the last few attempts. It was shortly after she had found out she was pregnant, and she had not taken it well.
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"Really? You already managed to sow your seed already, despite... everything," she had snorted, waving a hand to dismissively gesture at his loins. "There's no more reason for me to play with your little toy. If I had wanted a real man, I would have married one."
Faelen's heart plummeted as he stood in shock. "W-what?" he whispered, "We promised in front of the gods to live and love togeth-"
"Faelen, I could've had my pick of the men in Taremit," sighed Korithia, suggestively running her hands over the curves of her body. "Good, strong men, with good strong cocks."
Faelen gasped, unused to her speaking in such vulgar terms.
"But I didn't want to marry them, and do you know why?" She continued without waiting for him to answer, "because I didn't want to marry a farm boy and be another farmers wife. Working my fingers to the bone with backbreaking work, while I bear another child every gods-damn year." Korithia was yelling now, "I wanted someone who would let me live the way I DESERVE! Not someone who would have me turn into a weathered cow with saggy udders, like my
mom
. So just be happy that your wife is carrying your child."
Faelen's eyes were watering as he stood in the room in front of her, under her angry stare. "B-but I'm your husband," he warbled. "Our vows... we promised to provide and fulfill each other."
"Faelen, you couldn't
fulfill
me with that little worm," she smirked. "That tiny thing barely enters me when it's at the hilt." Korithia ignored the tear dripping down Faelen's face and continued coldly, "it barely enters me anyway before you blow your load! The only reason you managed to knock me up was because your tiny dick was so useless, it had a freakish bucket of cum to spare."
Faelen stood there, wilting in from of her, confidence and happiness destroyed. Tears flowed freely down his cheeks as she humiliated him. He choked back a sob at the memory of the sticky mess he had made at every fumbled attempt of sex. His balls had indeed spewed sticky ropes that were seemingly disproportionate to his diminutive penis.
Korithia spun around and walked toward his apothecary workbench. "I don't think it even poked out of my hand when I grabbed it, right?" She walked back over to him holding an empty potion flask. "Let me see if I'm right. Take it out and show me."
Faelen was bewildered now. "What are you talking about," he spluttered, spraying the tears that had settled on his lips. "You want me to show it to you?"
Not wanting to be yelled at more, and desperately wanting to get this over with and leave, he figured to just do as she said or get belittled again. He hiked up his tunic and unlaced his breeches, fumbling as he did so. His limp hairless equipment soon was exposed, all arousal that had initiated this failed attempt was gone.
"Now hold it in your hand, go on. Every time I touch it, you cum right then and there," Korithia sneered. "See! It doesn't even come out of your hand."
Faelen knew she was right, his hand curled around it, barely had the tip stop at his finger and thumb, and that was fully erect. As it was now it only was halfway across his palm. He glanced up to see his wife staring at his clasped package. Still woefully inexperienced, even this negative attention and exposing himself made him slightly aroused, making his smooth white penis stretch out to barely poke out of his encircled hand.
"See how pathetic that is? Well it's not going back in me for a long time, years at least." She smirked again, "but I did swear to keep you fulfilled, didn't I? Here, take this."
She spit in the empty flask, a large glob of shining saliva on the inside of the lip, slowly running down the neck. Faelen took it hesitantly after she held it out to him.
"Pour it on."
Faelen looked at her in disbelief. What was she doing? He was so confused how he should feel, but his little pecker was still erect, loving any-and-all attention. Looking at his wife, he slowly tipped over the flask and poured her spit over his cock. He shuddered; the warm slime felt strangely pleasant on his member. The addition made his dick perk upwards, and his foreskin rolled back as the head was exposed, it was a bright pink that contrasted with the paleness of his shaft.
"Oh gods," Korithia breathed, "did you just get harder from my spit?"
His dick now poking upward slightly, the spit slowly started sliding down his shaft, a trail of saliva running down the base and onto his balls. The sliminess on such a sensitive area was almost intoxicating.
"Well? I told you I would keep you fulfilled. Release your seed into the bottle."
