This is an explicit tale featuring a broad spectrum of sexual experiences. If you are at all sensitive please leave now. :)
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"Liana, I need fresh tilweed, this stuff is useless. Would you be a sweetheart and get me some more when you're in the woods next?"
Liana placed the herbalism book back on the shelf and rose from the chair. She was a young woman, her Branching Day was fast approaching where she would be expected to leave her parent's house and start a home of her own. Typically a girl, or perhaps woman was becoming a more suitable word, would have found a partner by now. She would not be married of course, not while she still lived at home, but her future would be planned. She'd have picked out a plot of land and her husband-to-be would be getting a group together to start the construction of a house. Liana was not typical though. Her spirit was too capricious to even consider the idea of settling down, and to be honest, though she would not tell her mother such a thing, the thought of being with just one man for the rest of her life, was utterly soul-crushing.
She had her pick of suitors of course. She was easily the most beautiful woman in the village, perhaps even the kingdom. Her long dark hair framed a classically pale face set with dark, smouldering eyes that fostered a playful but wicked gleam. She was taller than most of the girls and had the full chest and slim waist that made men stare slack-jawed whenever they got the chance. Today she wore a full, dark skirt and her white bodice laced up tightly across her chest. She knew very well that this look drew even more attention than normal but she enjoyed teasing and well, she figured that it would help weed out the gentlemen from the perverts.
Liana picked up a few tilweed leaves in her hand and rubbed them between her fingers. "You're right mother, these are no good. I'll get some more immediately."
"There's no hurry darling." said her mother looking up from the table where she was crushing seeds with a pestle and mortar. Anytime in the next few days is fine."
"Oh no, it's no trouble."
Liana opened the front door of the one storey wooden house and stepped out into another glorious summer day. The midday sun had burned away the clouds leaving a clear blue sky and the warmth felt good on her skin. The trip to the forest was quite an undertaking, it was almost two hours walk each way and finding decent tilweed could take another hour or two. Liana was not daunted, far from it, she was excited, already tingles rose from her stomach at the thought of what, aside from picking tilweed, she was going to do when she got there.
"Morning Liana," said Eldon, the farrier's son. He was carrying a crate on one shoulder.
"Good morning Eldon," replied Liana smiling. She cast a look around the village. It was made up of around fifty small wooden houses, an inn, a few communal buildings and several outlying farms. It had been the only place she'd ever know and she loved it, but by the gods, it was boring. Nothing ever happened, the people were nice, they seemed to love the predictability and safety that such as life afforded, but if didn't fancy working with plants, animals, metal stone or wood, your options in life were zero.
"You got anything planned for today?" asked Eldon
"I'm going to get tilweed for mother, I'll be gone most of the day."
"Fancy some company?" asked Eldon, hefting the crate onto the other shoulder.
"No thank you. It's kind of your to offer but I prefer to walk alone."
"No problem. Will you be at the Sheaf tonight? I hear they've some crackin' mead in from the city."
"That sounds good. Perhaps I'll see you there."
"Alright, go careful now."