Lydia Addicted to Elf Cum

“Fill me up,” Lydia held her tankard up to the barman.

“I thought you were competing in the tourney tomorrow?” he asked.

“Oh, aye. Another drink won’t hurt though.” She gulped down the last frothy drops, wiping her mouth.

“Your head might if it gets bashed in while you’re fighting hungover.” He took the tankard, filling it with ale.

Lydia chuckled, her voice bright and wild. "Don't you worry about me, I can hold my own even with a belly full o' beer." She winked and took a long swig, the ale sliding down her throat like liquid courage. She let out a loud gulp.

The tavern buzzed with excitement as the eve of the Agrazza Tournament approached. Knights boasting of their skills, villagers placing bets-though none bet on her-, and troubadours singing tales of heroes long gone. Amidst the revelry, Lydia's mind was focused on one thing-the grand prize.

She had trained for this moment since her epic failure last year-losing in the first round to an unknown fighter from the village next to hers.

She’d gone back home in shame, having to work on her parent’s farm for another year to save up enough money to make the journey and compete again.

Winning this year's tournament would be her way to be free of the life of a farmhand.

In her spare time, she'd honed her skills with sword and shield until she could best any opponent. And tomorrow, she would prove that a woman could be just as fierce and fearless as any man on the field of battle.

“Say,” she asked the barman, “where’s Tilly?”

She hadn’t noticed the lack of the barmaid’s presence until now. The busty brunette was here every day of Lydia's stay last year.

Eric, the barman shook his head and rolled his eyes simultaneously. “Silly girl got addicted.”

“Addicted?”

“Oh yes.” He shook his head again, groaning in frustration. It seemed to Lydia like the girl had been like a daughter to him. “She should have listened to my warnings, but she was a _silly _girl.” He folded his arms, leaning on the bar. “She was a beauty. The customers loved her.”

They had loved her, and not just her cheeky, sassy personality. She was utterly gorgeous, small round face and freckled cheeks. She always wore low-cut dresses, showing off a little of her huge cleavage for all to see. Her tits used to shake as she walked around serving drinks, even Lydia couldn’t help but have a good look at them.

“What did she become addicted to?” Lydia asked.

Eric sighed, making sure there weren't any other customers nearby. Then he leaned close, lowering his voice to a whisper, “elf sperm.”

Lydia stopped her tankard as it neared her lips to prevent her spraying ale all over. Surely that was an urban legend. She’d never had sex with an elf; it was common knowledge they were the best lovers. It was also supposedly well known that if a human swallowed their load, they would become addicted. “Where did she go?”

“Where they all go. Yaviskas.”

Lydia’s eyebrows rose. Yaviskas was the city of the dark elves. They were a devious, sadistic race. Yaviskas was a very dangerous, lawless place. She couldn’t help but gulp down her ale with a little trepidation sparing a thought for Tilly. The addiction must have been serious to drive her all the way there.

“I don’t want to make any assumptions about what you do in the bedroom,” Eric said. “But be sure you don’t go down the same path. It’s not a good place to end up.”

He left her at the bar, going over to serve another customer.

Lydia turned her focus back to the tournament. She knew that tomorrow she would fight not just for victory, but for the chance to rewrite history and carve her name alongside the legendary heroes of old. The fire within her burned brighter with each passing moment, fuelling her resolve and drowning out any doubts that dared to creep into her mind.

As the tavern emptied and the last of the patrons stumbled out into the night, Lydia remained seated at the bar, a map spread out before her. With a tankard in one hand and a quill in the other, she traced a path through the forests and mountains leading to her new home, the one she’d buy with her winnings. Her eyes flickered with a fierce determination as she plotted her course, knowing that every twist and turn would bring her closer to her destiny.

Before she retired for the night, she made a silent vow to herself- she would fight with all her strength, all her skill, and all her heart. For tomorrow was not just another day; it was the beginning of her legend. And she was ready to embrace it with open arms.