Escape from the Demonwood

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“Why are you always so glum?” El-Filla asked her sister.“Sister, you shall never know what it is to be the sacrifice,” Cerebelle bemoaned. “For when the time comes I must be the tribute to Lady Raven, Queen of Silver Lake.”“What is so bad about that? I have never been out of the Forest Kingdom. I would love to travel and have an adventure.”“Adventure! It is not an adventure! You shall never feel the anguish I feel. You are too young to understand the horrors that happen in the Witch Queen’s palace. The Witch Queen maintains an army of half-demons and she relies on the sacrifice of elf maidens to fill those ranks.”El-Filla was jealous of her sister and often wished that she could be the tribute though she did not really understand what it meant. Cerebelle grew up to be an elegant and exquisite beauty, but there was always an air of despondency about her.El-Filla blossomed like a flower in a forest clearing. Her hair was the color of moonlight, her beauty outshone the stars in the sky, her delicate bosom was pert and firm as a ripe peach, the swell of her luscious hips cast a magic spell. Flower buds would burst into bloom when she walked barefoot on the forest lawn, and animals of the forest who beheld her beauty knelt in reverence before her, be it hare, or stag, or bear, or wolf or any beast of the forest.El-Filla grew to be joyful, passionate, free-spirited, and lustful. She had discovered the pleasure of touching herself when she was younger, but she found she wanted more, now that she had reached maturity. Her first experience with the opposite sex was a servant who let her suck his cock. She was surprised when spurts of cum filled her mouth. She cocked her ears at him and pointed to her mouth wondering what to do as her cheeks bulged.“You should swallow it m’Lady,” he replied. “That would be the best thing.”El-Filla did swallow it and then a big smile spread across her face, and she reached out for the servant’s cock as if to get https://escortium.org a second helping.“I am sorry, m’Lady,” he answered as he pulled away from her. “I must have some time to… recover, before I can perform again. Perhaps tomorrow.”El-Filla enjoyed sucking cock but she soon found that having a cock in her cunt was even more pleasurable. It was a traveling minstrel who had given her her first orgasm, and the wave of pleasure was so intense that she immediately craved more. It seemed like the things she found most pleasurable were things Cerebelle found shameful, dirty, and disgusting. El-Filla did not understand her sister.One day Cerebelle opened the curtains of El-Filla’s bed chamber to discover a minstrel in bed with her. “You little slut!” she cried. Then she covered her mouth realizing what she had said.El-Filla did not know what a slut was, but she realized it was intended as an insult. It turned out that Cerebelle had fancied the same minstrel which may explain her reaction. Cerebelle told Mother what El-Filla had done.El-Filla was brought to a stone room in the palace where Mother was examining some herbs and powders by a blazing hearth. She wore a crown of gold that was fashioned to look like a wreath of wildflowers. A number of vials, a mortar and pestle, and a variety of other implements littered the table. Her mother had given her a little talk and a lesson in elf biology.“Some folk, like humans, ovulate every month whether they wish to have a child or not,” her mother explained scientifically. “Elves only ovulate when they want to have a child.”“But how does the egg know to come?” El-Filla inquired.“It is apparent that you know how to make a man cum. It is the same with the egg for elves, but it takes much longer for an egg to be brought forth into your womb. This type of orgasm is much more intense than an ordinary orgasm. An elf may have lovers and even orgasm but she must take care not to have the kind that brings forth an egg unless she desires to have a child.”El-Filla wondered what that pleasure would be like for she already greatly enjoyed her orgasms.El-Filla loved exploring the fir woods surrounding the palace. She would wear a green and gold damask tunic, a white kirtle, and high leather boots. She also wore a belt which had a sheath for her knife.One morning El-Filla was walking in the forest before dawn when she encountered a group of pixies depositing dew drops on the leaves with their tiny pinpricks. It tasted as sweet as honey. They were a horny bunch but had short attention spans and little thought for other than tricks and pranks. They could not provide much satisfaction for her in most ways. Another time El-Filla met a sprite who lived in a stream who would recite her love poems, but eventually, El-Filla grew bored with her.One day El-Filla heard the tinkle of water falling, and she concealed herself until she was able to spy a goblin pissing behind a tree. It ran off, but not before she caught a glimpse of its big fat cock. That night when her minstrel lover came to her, she imagined herself in the rough arms of the goblin with his fat cock penetrating her. It made her feel very slutty, and she liked the feeling.One evening, a few weeks later, El-Filla snuck out of the palace and made her way to the great forest that lay just beyond the surrounding village. She walked through the forest in the light of the full moon playing a kind of game with herself. First she took off her long tunic, folded it, and placed it under a tree. She walked a while longer going deeper into the forest then unlaced her bodice and laid it on a large rock. She slipped out of the top part of her chemise and continued to walk naked from the waist up with her firm breasts exposed, nipples erect in the cool night air. After a bit, she left her chemise under a log. She wore a bit of silk with little bows tied at each hip as panties. She took off her panties and held them to her nose for a moment inhaling her musky scent before dangling them from the branch of a tree. She descended into a narrow ravine carved by a small stream, removed her boots, and placed them beside the stream. Finally, she dangled her stockings from the top of a great mushroom that was growing in a mossy bed.Now she trod carefully because the ground was rocky and littered with rocks and sticks. It gave her a thrill to make herself so vulnerable out in the forest like this. There was no chance she could quickly gather her things as they were distributed throughout the forest and without her boots she could not run away. She wondered who might find her in her nakedness.A group of goblins hunting in the woods came across the strange trail. They followed it until they discovered the elf maid reclining on a mossy log beckoning them to come closer. El-Filla spoke a smattering of the goblin tongue and the goblins knew a wee bit of elvish and it did not take much to relate their desires.She got a special thrill letting the three goblins take turns with her. The goblins proposed she get up on her hands and knees with a goblin beneath her so she could mount him like a spirited steed. She had been fingering herself before they arrived so she was quite wet when he slid his fat goblin cock into her. The second goblin stood before her and pulled down his trousers, so she leaned forward to take his cock in her mouth. She let out a little cry of surprise when she felt the third goblin plant his wide mouth on her buttocks and begin probing her puckered hole with his long pointy tongue. She had never thought of pleasuring herself in that way before, but the goblins seemed convinced of the act and claimed that many preferred it to the regular way. When he felt she was wet enough, he began pushing his fat knob against her tight hole until it gradually granted him entrance. At first, it was very uncomfortable for her, but as he slowly slid back and forth she was eventually able to relax enough to enjoy it.

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