Road Warden [Fantasy / Wholesome / Soft Femdom]

Darkness had fallen over the dirt road winding through the Forest of Whispers. Its trees grew tall and strong for many miles in all directions. Thick underbrush made it difficult to pass through and easy to get lost, if one ever left that singular dirt road. A small fire crackled on the side of that road and a young man sat beside it.

He had removed his breastplate and boots to give his body some rest, aching all over from a long day of walking. ‘At least it’s not fucking winter.’, Arthur thought. Indeed, it was early spring, with all the flowers, warm breezes and mating seasons that came with it.

Arthur used a small knife to cut the roots he found into the stew boiling in the pot over his fire. The roots were bitter, and their smell was unpleasant, but they filled the stomach and at least weren’t poisonous. Arthus had always imagined his life as a road warden differently. Saving groups of thankful travellers, eating and drinking in warm roadhouses, sleeping under the stars. He glanced upwards, ‘At least the stars are there.’.

After filling up on the bitter stew, Arthur rolled up his cloak and placed it under his head as a pillow. The log he had sat on while eating now served as a footrest. He had rolled his ankle earlier in the week and it had slowed his progress, which was why he was now supplementing his rations with wyrdroots.

He had been tasked with securing the road, a simple patrolling mission. Not too dangerous as far as the work of a road warden was concerned. The biggest worry in Arthur’s mind was how many roots he would be **** to eat before he reached the next roadhouse on the other side of the forest. They had tried to build one inside the forest as it cut the journey to the capital by about a month. Every one of them had eventually been found abandoned, all employees missing, never to be found again.

Arthur trusted his sword and crossbow would be enough protection should he encounter any danger. His mind was at ease, yet sleep seemed to be evading him despite the crackling fire and the warm night. After an hour of restlessness, Arthur got up with a deep sigh and sat down on the log again, poking at the embers with a thin stick. He put a bit more wood on the fire and soon the flames returned, projecting dancing shadows between the trees.

While he was listening for unusual sounds, a habit of his training, most of Arthus attention was captured by the fire. “Good job Arthur.”, he mumbled, “Who would want to be an officer of a city guard? Regular pay with little danger and plenty of respect, sign me OUT! Too boring.”. Arthur chuckled, he had been talking to himself more and more since he started his service as a road warden. It helped, he thought.

Suddenly his attention was torn away from the fire and his self-pity, he felt the presence of… something.