Nihel, a young Half Elf Woman

Andelin, the capital of one of the most beautiful kingdoms of Jocasta, if one disregarded the mystical elven kingdom on the distant Everlasting Green Islands to the east. Few beings had ever set foot on the mystical homelands of the elves and even fewer of them were still alive, but there was not a day when young Nihel did not think of these islands.

The young woman had always been fascinated by this place, but not because she was fascinated by the mighty elf warriors, the majestic gryphons or the incredible magic of the elves like the other children back then, but because she would have loved to see her mother's homeland at least once. After all, the young woman, who now had the appearance of a 25 year old woman, was in part an elf.

Her mother, Imariel del Mar Farothar, was a purebred elf and lived far away from her homeland. Nihel had not yet been able to learn the reason for this, but since she was half-human, she could guess by now. Her mother had been banished for allowing herself to be involved with a lesser race. It was widely known that elves were a proud, ancient and powerful race who kept themselves out of the concerns of the main contingent. But Nihel had been anything but a sad child.

Her mother had been a powerful sorceress, a wise scholar, and a kind mother. For an elf woman, Imariel was quite well built, at least if Nihel had understood the stories correctly. Elven women were beautiful, no matter who you asked, but of the more graceful sort. Her mother, on the other hand, had an unusually large bust for an elf woman. They were beautiful and well-formed, a bust that seemed almost human.

Imariel still looked youthful, which was of course due to her immortal elven blood. Long almost golden hair surrounded a flawless face with golden eyes, something that was rare even among elves, as she kept emphasizing. She was tall and had an athletic body which she mostly hid in wide simple robes. She was a simple woman who did not attach any importance to luxury or the like. The only jewelry she never took off was a golden bracelet of unmatched quality in the human kingdom, a signet ring with the mark of an elven house, as she had once said. But her greatest treasure was a necklace she never wore, but kept hidden in a black velvet box.

Once, Nihel had been young, someone had tried to steal these things from her. Since that day, it had been known throughout the kingdom that it was better never to steal anything from the elven herbalist who lived near the capital. In battle, Imariel was an unstoppable killing machine who made short work of thieves with her longsword and her spells.

Nihel, on the other hand, was a little different from her mother. Her features could not possibly be called beautiful anymore. They were absolutely flawless. It was as if a goddess had decided to form this body as her masterpiece.

Black hair, as dark as the night itself, fell far down her back, and her eyes were as reddish as the hot blood in her veins. Like her mother, she was athletically built, but unlike her, she had large, full breasts that would be the envy of even the most beautiful and voluptuous human women, her buttocks were tight and firm, and her lips were full and seductive. Hundreds of people had already come to Imariel's door to ask for the hand of her beautiful daughter, but none had aroused Nihel's interest. Even nobles had appeared and offered her a fortune, but her mother was incorruptible and always had only the best in mind for her daughter.

The two lived near the small town of Illura, which was a day's ride from the capital. Her mother was known as a healer and midwife and her elven magic was equal to that of any mage of the king. Nihel, on the other hand, was a tomboy to the core. Unlike other women, she did not like to wear fancy clothes and did not think much of dressing up. She was very often on the loose with a sturdy leather outfit, armed with a bow she then moved through the woods and hired herself out as a hunter and herbalist. It was her curiosity that drove her into the woods, because her mother was wealthy enough that they never had money worries. But Nihel wanted to see the world, enjoy nature, and felt a connection to the woods that went far beyond what one would generally think. Even though she knew as a hunter that sometimes animals had to be killed, she had never killed an animal without finding need for it. The meat, the fur and the important parts were always completely exploited by her, nothing was wasted.

Besides, she had developed an extraordinary talent for plants and alchemy. It was as if she instinctively knew which plants had poisonous or healing effects. Her magical gifts, on the other hand, were underdeveloped, but she did not regret that in the least. Because of her heritage, she was faster, more agile, and more skilled than most people. Even her physical strength was equal to that of an average man.

This young, carefree half-elf, who enjoyed every day to the fullest and was slowly looking forward to her 30th birthday, had no idea that her heritage contained something much darker than she could have imagined. For her mother carried a dark and terrible secret. A secret that was the source of her power and her life, but also the reason why she had been banished from the elven lands.

Nihel was not a child of sadness, she never had been, and even if she had already had her first sexual experiences, sex with humans had seemed mostly monotonous and dull. They had neither the stamina nor the equipment that had brought her pleasure. That was also the reason why she had not entered into a committed relationship so far. Sex was incredibly important to her and if she ever wanted to commit to a man, it should be one who could withstand her lust. She wanted a man like those who visited her mother from time to time. Surely Imariel thought Nihel hadn't noticed, but for years she had known that her mother had two men visit her at regular intervals. She had even secretly listened at the door from time to time when they were there, or had followed them into the forest. The two men, Nihel had never really seen them, were completely different. While she sounded gentle and tender with one of the men, it was with the other as if 2 demons would fuck each other. The words she heard from her mother's beautiful lips were capable of making her blush, but the way Imariel screamed and moaned at this lover was a true aphrodisiac.

Soon it would be her 30th birthday and Imariel had promised to introduce her to someone then. Something that would change her life.

Tomorrow was the day and Nihel was highly nervous. Would it perhaps be her father? She knew he wasn't dead, her mother still talked about him from time to time, so it was at least possible. Restlessly she went into the forest at night. It was one of those nights that simply called for creeping through the dense undergrowth, enjoying the glow of the moon and surrendering to the forest: Elune, the elves' goddess of the moon, was keeping a special watch over her today, for the moon was full and shining as beautifully as it rarely did.

But as the young half-Elf slowly crept through the dense woods, she noticed that no animal could be heard. Something dark had settled over the forest, something that made her heart pound in her chest. She sensed that she was in danger, a danger greater than anything she had ever experienced. Slowly she turned around and stared at the creature that had crept up on her without a sound.

Slowly she raised her head and stared down at the huge wolf head looking down at her and saw the bared teeth.

A werewolf!

PS. Englisch (US)

This story includes various elements from different "games". Characters from mortal Combat will appear as well as from Vampire Pen and Paper. But they will all be adapted to fit into the world of Jocasta.

Besides, she had developed an extraordinary talent for plants and alchemy. It was as if she instinctively knew which plants had poisonous or healing effects. Her magical gifts, on the other hand, were underdeveloped, but she did not regret that in the least. Because of her heritage, she was faster, more agile, and more skilled than most people. Even her physical strength was equal to that of an average man.

This young, carefree half-elf, who enjoyed every day to the fullest and was slowly looking forward to her 30th birthday, had no idea that her heritage contained something much darker than she could have imagined. For her mother carried a dark and terrible secret. A secret that was the source of her power and her life, but also the reason why she had been banished from the elven lands.

Nihel was not a child of sadness, she never had been, and even if she had already had her first sexual experiences, sex with humans had seemed mostly monotonous and dull. They had neither the stamina nor the equipment that had brought her pleasure. That was also the reason why she had not entered into a committed relationship so far. Sex was incredibly important to her and if she ever wanted to commit to a man, it should be one who could withstand her lust. She wanted a man like those who visited her mother from time to time. Surely Imariel thought Nihel hadn't noticed, but for years she had known that her mother had two men visit her at regular intervals. She had even secretly listened at the door from time to time when they were there, or had followed them into the forest. The two men, Nihel had never really seen them, were completely different. While she sounded gentle and tender with one of the men, it was with the other as if 2 demons would fuck each other. The words she heard from her mother's beautiful lips were capable of making her blush, but the way Imariel screamed and moaned at this lover was a true aphrodisiac.

Soon it would be her 30th birthday and Imariel had promised to introduce her to someone then. Something that would change her life.

Tomorrow was the day and Nihel was highly nervous. Would it perhaps be her father? She knew he wasn't dead, her mother still talked about him from time to time, so it was at least possible. Restlessly she went into the forest at night. It was one of those nights that simply called for creeping through the dense undergrowth, enjoying the glow of the moon and surrendering to the forest: Elune, the elves' goddess of the moon, was keeping a special watch over her today, for the moon was full and shining as beautifully as it rarely did.

But as the young half-Elf slowly crept through the dense woods, she noticed that no animal could be heard. Something dark had settled over the forest, something that made her heart pound in her chest. She sensed that she was in danger, a danger greater than anything she had ever experienced. Slowly she turned around and stared at the creature that had crept up on her without a sound.

Slowly she raised her head and stared down at the huge wolf head looking down at her and saw the bared teeth. A werewolf!