Sylvie

My name is Sylverenia, but everyone calls me Sylvie for short. When I was born, I had a head of silver hair, so my parents came up with the name of Sylverenia to name their daughter. I have lived in Timberfell for all my life, and we are just on the edge of the northern realms of the human king, known as king Yennat. His lord of the north is Lord Cradlepore, who is situated south of our town in the city of Poredale. Our town is the last town you travel through before entering the lands of the dwarves, orcs, deep elves and wolvir. The dwarves are not too bad, as they are hospitable enough to trade with, but the other races are savage and attack small villages, raiding and plundering them of their valuables, and in some cases, the women. Luckily our town has never suffered a major attack that was strong enough for any raider to gain entry inside. Most of the savages out there quickly give up from our defences, our walls are structurally and soundly built, and our watchmen are experienced and ever vigilant.

But deep down, very deep in the dark abyss of my mind and desires, I wish that there was a successful raid. I read a lot in my spare time, and one of my favourite reads is about erotic stories, this is a secret passion of mine, and only my closest friend, Macy knows about it. In fact, she is the one who introduced me to them. She lent me one of these books, about a masculine raider, who pillaged villages and stole the women to keep as his concubines. This story turned me on, and I would masturbate to the contents of the story. I would seek other material of erotic readings, mainly about women being conquered by strong and virile men. It got to the point that I ventured out to more depraved scenarios, of beastmen **** women and taking advantage of them, making them their sex slaves, sufficed to say, these stories made me cum the hardest. I fantasise about being the women in these stories, at having a strong, virile and intimidating beastman steal me away and conquer me, making me his plaything.

It was early morning, the sounds of my father getting ready for work in the mines could be heard in the room next to mine. Mother was no doubt up as well, making a meals ready for father to take to work, and completing chores around the house. I would be expected to be up soon, their daughter who was eighteen years of age was expected to upkeep the home and help around to sustain the family. And at eighteen, I was old enough to apply as a steward for the city of Poredale. The idea was to see the result of my sent application there and hopefully be accepted, there I could study in the arts of finance, and help bring in more money for my family. I didn’t expect to be a steward for the king, but maybe a minor lord or someone of significant importance, even being a steward for the mayor here would be enough. I had always been good with mathematics at an early age, and my teacher suggested that when the time was right, that I should send out the application, it seemed women had to wait longer than men, as they could apply when they were fourteen. Perhaps they expected the positions of stewardships to be filled by men, and gave them an advantage of having a head start in studying, which was unfair, but not much could be done about this.

I rose from my bed, stretching my arms up high above me, with a satisfied sigh, I got out of my bed and headed towards the mirror. My bedroom was small but big enough for just myself, being the only child, my parents didn’t need to provide too much, just enough for the three of us. Looking at my full length mirror, I disrobed of my sleeping garments and took a good look at my body. I have an hourglass figure, with plenty of curves, my hips are wide, with thick thighs and a slightly narrow waist. I turn around to look at my shapely rear end, my ass is big and gets called fat, but my friend, Macy always compliment’s it. Turning back around, and moving my sights up to my upper body are my breasts, my breasts have become bigger since I started to develop, and are large enough that I need a double DD bra to comfortably contain them. I get my curves from my mother, and she has always had the reputation of being the most voluptuous woman in town. But now, I have now reached the stage that my curves have exceeded hers. I look at my angelic face and soft blue eyes, my silver hair is hanging loose and reaches past my shoulders. Due to my figure and unusual silver hair, I am sought out by the attention of men constantly, but I reject their advances, not wanting to gain a reputation of being easy to lay with. I have had sex once, just to know what it felt like and to lose my virginity. It was an uncomfortable experience, Geoff, the man I was with, didn’t have much knowledge of sex himself, and I only began to enjoy it right at the end of his climax, but I didn’t cum from it. I take sanctuary within my erotic stories, as they provide more sexual pleasure than Geoff had ever given me.

I dress myself in a simple dress, knowing that it will get wet from my task of washing the households clothes. Father had already left for the mines, and wouldn’t be back until late tonight. Mother had a job of herself to do, to travel to a farm around ten miles away to the south. This farm had more fertile lands for grain and oats, and mother needed to buy them, and then transport them with a horse and wagon. This service was provided by a kind old man, who helped other men and women with providing free transport down to the farm and back again, carrying the food for them with his wagon. Mother would be gone for most of the day, and would possibly return in the very late afternoon. I gave her a kiss in the cheek and wished her safe travels and would see her later today.

Once I finished breakfast, mother had already left to leave town. I then left my home with the hamper of dirty clothes, the soap sitting atop of the pile, and I walked leisurely to the washer woman’s enclosure, also known as the washing quarter. Here is where most people went to clean their clothes. Hot water was provided here and people would use this time to socialise or gossip.

Macy caught up with me, carrying a load of laundry herself.

“Sylvie!” She shouted at me, running up to meet me.

“Good morning, Macy.” I politely said to her. “How are you?”

“I’m in good spirits, thank you.” She said to me, a little out of breath from the run she had made. “You’ll never guess what has happened to me.”

“What is it?” I questioned her.

“I’ll tell you at the washing quarter.” She told me.

As we walked, I looked over Macy, she was a petite thing, and a little shorter than me. She didn’t have the curves as I did, but she was very pretty, and most men vied for her attention just as much as they did mine. She had light brown hair that was tied in a messy bun, and a dazzling smile when she chose to shine it to anyone.

When we arrived at the washing quarter, other women had gathered around basins and wash boards, the majority were women. Men would come here too, but not many did, believing it was a woman’s job to wash the clothes. The men that did come here, had to be kept an eye on, as most men saw this as an opportunity to ogle women when they became wet from washing. These men would be given scornful looks and made to feel uncomfortable, and in most cases, the guards would be called to announce that men were giving the women lecherous stares. They would be then driven away to leave women in peace.

As we found a basin each that were next to each other, we poured the hot water provided inside and added the soap.

“So, what is it you need to tell?” I ask Macy desperately.

“You know Tarren, the tavern owner’s son?” She says to me in an excited tone. She takes a piece of clothing from her hamper and starts washing it vigorously.

“I do. The handsome blonde who helps carry the barrels.” I say to Macy, confirming that I know who she’s talking about.

“Well, he’s asked to take me to the city. He wants to woo me by taking me to a show there. And then we will have drinks at a fancy establishment, as he calls it.” She explains to me.

“And what did you say?” I prod her for the answer. I begin washing my hamper of clothes beside Macy.

“I said yes, of course!” She bursts out in giggles.

“I’m so glad for you, he’s so handsome. You two would make a great couple.”

“Thank you, Sylvie. What about you, is there any man you have your eyes on?” She queries.

“No, there’s no one that takes my fancy.” I say as I scrub at a pair of my panties on the washboard.

“No one? What about that man, Geoff was it?”

“Goodness no! He was just a way for me to experience having sex. And let me tell you, he didn’t deliver what he promised.” I laughed out.

“I see. Well if I ever get the chance, you and I should head into the city, just the two of us. Surely there is someone there that is worthy of you.” Says Macy affectionately.

Once we had finished washing our laundry, we were both wet and soapy from the warm waters from the basin. We gathered the now soaking clothes and wrung them of excess water. After putting them back in the hamper, we made our way to return to our homes, to hang our clothes to dry.

As we set off down the well used path, a guard of the town we knew as Hans, tried to catch my attention. He was gangly with a pox ridden face and a sleazy smile.

“Sylvie!” He blustered. “When are you going to let me take you for a drink at the tavern?”

“Well… you see.” I stammered, feeling awkward at being approached. I felt uneasy, and Macy must have seen it on my face. She linked arms with me and started to pull me away and shouted at Hans over her shoulder.

“She’s not interested. She likes more masculine men, and you don’t fit her needs!” She shouted, barely containing a laugh along with it.

“Thank you, Macy. I can’t stand men like him.”

“You’re too nice. If he tries to approach you again, just tell him to fuck off!” She told me.

“I will do, thank you again, you’re a good friend.” I say to her with a giggle.

“I’m your best friend, don’t you forget that.” Macy proclaims. “ I need to get home and hang these clothes to dry. I’ll see you later, Sylvie.”

We wave each other off. “Goodbye, Macy.”

I start my way home, judging by the sun in the sky, I assumed it must be a few hours away to midday. I would return home, hang these wet clothes to dry, clean the house and prepare dinner for myself and mother later. We would then wait for father’s return from the mines so that we can make supper and talk with each other before going to bed.

Before I made it to my door, I heard a scream and a cry out.

“We’re being raided! They’ve climbed the walls, they’re inside!”

I turn and see a clamour of the townsfolk running to find safety. Guards are sprinting in the same direction of the shout and then out of sight. I stand transfixed, not quite believing at what is happening.

“Run! Run for your lives!” I hear.

A guard runs back into view, looking over his shoulder at something that must be chasing him.

I hear a blood curdling yell and a spray of blood, then the guard falls to the ground, dead. At the end of the path I see a large figure, it’s a wolvir. He is holding a great-axe that drips with blood, his black fur bristling in the sun and his ice blue eyes fix onto me.