Larsen Strand (M), a Nordic Femboy

I was an ordinary 11 year old boy with a shy demeanour and a troubled past, who was bullied at school. As I walked home from school, my head hung low, lost in thought as the familiar echoes of taunts and jeers rang in my ears. The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the sidewalk. I hadn't noticed the pickup truck speeding towards me, its tires squealing on the pavement. Suddenly, the world seemed to slow down as I heard the screeching of brakes and felt a sudden impact. I was thrown off my feet and landed heavily on the pavement, the wind knocked out of me. Pain shot through my body, and everything went blurry for a moment. I found myself reincarnated into another world as a newborn baby boy. In this new world, I was born into a noble family. I was the son of a hero who defeated a Demon Queen. He was apparently the reincarnation of a man who was hit by a truck in 1977. My brain was not yet fully developed, so most of my memories from my previous life were lost. This resulted in me growing up with vague memories of being somebody else, and strange memories that didn't make sense. As I grew older, I began to realise that my unusual memories were not just figments of my imagination and started to piece together the fragments of my past life. I am now 18 years old and have the body of a femboy. My blonde hair was soft and wavy, cascading down my slender neck. My eyes were a striking shade of blue, my fair skin, which was smooth and free from blemishes.

I watched as my half-sister, Saga Strand, practiced archery. Her long raven hair swayed gently behind her as she pulled back the string, aiming at a target some distance away. She fired but arrow went high over the wall. Our other half-sisters, Clara and Ereyin, couldn't help laughing. Clara had blue and blonde hair. Saga scowled at them. Ereyin was a dark-elf with long white hair, red eyes and extremely pale skin.

"Keep at it," our father, Edward said. "Neither of your sisters were any better at your age."

Dad had long blonde hair and a closely trimmed beard.

"Hey, Saga," I said softly, "Try loosening your grip a bit and relaxing your shoulders. It might help with your aim."

I watched as Saga took a deep breath and tried again. Despite her efforts, she missed once again. I sighed, shaking my head slightly. As Saga aimed another shot, I grabbed another bow and hit the target straight in the centre before she could. I scored a perfect hit from further away than Saga. My half-sisters gasped in surprise, their eyes widening as they stared at me.

Clara looked shocked while Ereyin was grinning with obvious pride. Saga's eyes narrowed, and she glared at me challengingly. She chased me round. Dad, Clara and Ereyin and my stepmom, Ramela, laughed.

Ramela had fair skin, long brown hair and blue eyes.

"You think you're so great, huh?" Saga asked.

I shrugged nonchalantly, trying not to make a big deal out of it.

"It's just a natural talent," I replied casually.

Saga's face turned red with anger as she rushed forward. Before she could reach me, however, Clara stepped in between us.

"Now, now, let's not fight," she said calmly, placing a hand on Saga's shoulder. "We're all here to improve ourselves, right? And if Larsen has a natural talent for archery, then we should be happy for him."

Saga huffed.

"Fine," she said reluctantly. "But I'm going to beat you one day."

I smirked playfully.

"Bring it on," I replied.

A guard came running in.

"A Paladin deserter has been found," he said.

My father, Edward, frowned.

"Take us to him," he ordered.

"It's a her," the guard said.

I wasn't too surprised. It was quite common for Paladins to desert.

The law decreed that as a deserter from the Paladins, she was an oathbreaker and was to be punished accordingly. Our dad took me, Clara, Ereyin and Saga to the town square where the punishment would be carried out. We were joined by Yuritz Gradia. Like all lizardmen, she had scaled skin, sharp claws and horns.

The town square was bustling with people, all gathered to witness the punishment of the Paladin deserter. As I approached, I saw her standing in the middle of the crowd. She was tall and muscular, her blonde hair chopped short. She was naked. As we reached the centre of the square, our father addressed the crowd.

"Citizens of Wintergate," he said, his voice booming out over the murmuring crowd, "this woman has broken her oath as a Paladin and deserted her post."

The crowd murmured in agreement, some even jeering at the deserter.

"For this crime," Edward continued, "she must be punished according to the laws of the kingdom."

He turned to the deserter.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" he asked.

"I encountered the Draugr. They **** me," she said.

The crowd gasped at her words, and some people looked away in disgust. My father frowned, clearly unimpressed.

"That may be so," Edward said. "But it does not excuse your breaking of your oath. You swore to protect our people, and instead, you fled your post."

The crowd murmured in agreement once again.

"Very well," Edward said, turning back to the crowd. "In accordance with the laws of Wintergate, this Paladin deserter is hereby sentenced to be publicly flogged and exiled from the Providences. The punishment shall be carried out immediately."

The crowd cheered in agreement, some even chanting for the punishment to begin. I looked on, feeling a mix of curiosity and unease about the punishment. As the guards prepared to carry out the sentence, I noticed that the deserter seemed to be looking at me. Dad took a whip from one of the guards.

"Step forward," Edward said, his voice stern.

The deserter hesitantly stepped forward, her eyes still on me. As she did, my father grabbed her by the hair and **** her to kneel before him. He raised the whip, preparing to bring it down on her back. As he did, I felt a strange sensation wash over me. I could feel my penis erecting. My father brought the whip down on the deserter's back with a loud crack. She let out a yelp of pain, and fresh red welts appeared on her skin. The crowd roared with approval as my father raised the whip once more, ready to deliver another stroke. As he did, I felt the strange sensation intensify. I couldn't take my eyes off the deserter's body, the sight of her bare skin and the way it reddened under the lashes of the whip. My erection grew more pronounced, straining against my clothes. I realised that I was becoming aroused by the sight of the punishment being carried out.

As my father brought the whip down again, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement coursing through my body. The sensation was overwhelming, and I struggled to hide my growing erection from the crowd. As the punishment continued, I found myself becoming more and more aroused. The sight of her naked body, the sound of her cries of pain, the feeling of power and control...it was all too much. Eventually, the punishment was over. The deserter was left bloodied and bruised, her back a mass of welts and cuts. She was then branded. The crowd cheered as she was led away. The punishment had been harsh, but it also left me feeling...aroused. I couldn't shake the image of the deserter's naked body, marked by the whip strokes.

"What did she mean by Draugr? You mean like those zombie things from Skyrim?" I asked, still struggling to control my arousal.

"Larsen, I died in the 70s. I have no idea what all that Skyrim stuff is about," my dad said.

"But she speaks of zombies," I said.

"I have dealt with Draugr before. There's nothing to worry about," my dad said.

On the way back to our castle, we found a dead werewolf. As Ereyin approached the dead werewolf, I noticed a girl lying beside it. She appeared to be ****, her breathing shallow and ragged. Her fur was pure white, a stark contrast to the blood-soaked ground she lay on.

"Careful, Ereyin, she's a werewolf. I gotta kill it," dad said.

I hesitated for a moment, feeling conflicted. On the one hand, I knew that werewolves are dangerous creatures and need to be put down. On the other hand, something about the girl's **** state tugged at my heartstrings.

"Can we save her?" Ereyin asked, glancing at the **** girl.

My father sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Look, kid, I don't like it any more than you do. But werewolves are dangerous. We can't just let her live."

I felt a pang of disappointment, but I knew my father was right. As he prepared to deal the final blow, the girl's eyes fluttered open, revealing bright red eyes filled with fear and pleading. Dad hesitated for a moment.

Before I could process my thoughts further, the wolf girl spook up, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Please..."

"She's still young. I can care for her," Ereyin said.

My father looked at Ereyin, considering her words.

"Alright, but you're responsible for her. If she ever turns on us or threatens anyone, you must be the one to put her down yourself." He nodded towards the castle. "Let's get back to the castle."

As I made my way back to the castle, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease about the wolf girl. On one hand, I was grateful that she's being given a chance at life. On the other hand, I know that werewolves can be unpredictable and dangerous. Me and Ereyin helped each other to carry the **** wolf girl back to the castle. Once inside, Ramela approached dad.

"I have received word that Aran Lightbringer is dead," Ramela said.

My father nodded solemnly.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Aran was a brave and honorable man. His **** will be felt throughout the land." He paused for a moment, his expression turning grim.

I knew that Lightbringer was a father figure to my dad.

"King Clarus Barrayuri and much of his royal court ride for Wintergate," Ramela said.

My father's eyes narrowed.

"Wintergate? They're coming here?" he asked.

I went to help Ereyin tend to the wolf girl's wounds and clean her up. To tell the truth, I just wanted to get away from Ramela before she tried to find an excuse to whip me again. She seemed to be in a deep sleep, her breathing slow and steady. As Ereyin and I worked to clean the wolf girl's wounds, I couldn't help but notice how gentle Ereyin was being with her. It was clear that he cared for her, despite the danger she posed.

As Ereyin finished tending to the wolf girl's wounds, he turned to me with a determined look in his eyes.

"I'm going to train her," he said.

I raised an eyebrow, surprised by his decision.

"You do realise that werewolves are dangerous creatures, right?"

Ereyin nodded.

"I know. But she doesn't have to be. With the right training and care, she can control her transformations and learn to use her abilities for good."

As I masturbated in my room, I couldn't help but think about the woman who was whipped earlier. My hand moved faster on my erect member as I imagined the woman's body being whipped. My mind wandered to the sound of the leather cracking against her skin and the pain that was written across her face. My thoughts are consumed by the image of the whipped woman as I stroked my erect member. My hand moved faster, matching the rhythm of my racing heart. I closed my eyes, lost in the image of the whipped woman and the pleasure that was building within me. As my hand moved faster and faster on my erect member, I felt myself getting closer to the edge. The image of the woman's body, marked by the leather whip, continued to drive me wild with desire. I gasped as I felt my body tense up, my orgasm quickly approaching. The image of the whipped woman was the only thing I could focus on as I reached my climax. My hand moved feverishly on my erect member, milking the last bits of pleasure from it. As my orgasm hits me, my body shuddered with release. My eyes snap opened and I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure. The image of the whipped woman was still fresh in my mind, her pain and vulnerability mixing with the intense pleasure I just experienced. I felt a rush of satisfaction as I came, my mind still fixated on the image of the whipped woman.

A small part of me felt guilty for finding pleasure in someone else's pain, but it was quickly drowned out by the wave of pleasure washing over me. After I finished masturbating, I lay down on my bed, exhausted. The image of the whipped woman continued to linger in my mind.