Errogoth

Errogoth - a continent of shifting alliances and power struggles. Many different types of people live on this land, from savage Orcs, to nigh-angelic High Elves to the ordinary Humans; rulers and farmers both. On the eastern coast of this land exists the human Kingdom of Ironbrook - forged out from many feuding clans by King William the Righteous over 350 years ago. Ironbrook - under Williams rule - quickly expanded, winning the Divine Crusade against the southern Orc Tribes and capturing new fertile land for settling.

But this golden age has long passed - corrupt and lazy leadership has led the Kingdom into a stagnant position. The High Elf Empire to the North has closed their borders, cutting off any relations they had with Ironbrook, to the East, Dwarves have begun to look enviously upon the ore-laden Winterbury Peaks and to the South, there are rumours of orc bands pillaging villages and woman. The situation of Ironbrook is deteriorating by the day, but hope is not yet lost - thousands would take up arms or work tirelessly to rebuild the Kingdom if they were led by a charismatic enough leader...

The small village of Wolford lies in the central-southern region of Ironbrook. Nestled between woods and small hills, it is relatively isolated from the rest of the Kingdom - a fact which most of its 600 residents cherished. It was the kind of town where everyone knew everyone, and most people were friends. They were simple, but kind folk, farming and hunting took up most of their daily lives, and on weekends they would gather in the White Stag (the local tavern) to celebrate whomever had grown the largest turnip, or caught the most deer that week.

William, however, was not content to live his life this way - he had been told stories of the wider world, of dragons, trolls, horrible villains and great heroes by his mother since he could remember - and everyday the urge to strike out on his own, with only a pack on his back and a sword on his belt, following whatever paths formed in front of his feet, was growing withing him daily. His Coming-of-Age ceremony was now in the rear-view mirror - a ritual where a boy is gifted his sword (a mostly symbolic act, preserved through the generations since time immemorial), drinks his first , and is declared a man, ready to take on the responsibilities that come with the title. The ceremony often drags late into the night, and is used by all in the village as an excuse to get drunk, make merriment, and do things they wouldn't dare sober.

William strolled through the brisk autumn night, sounds of cheering and music fading as he made his way from the party. He breathed heavily, quite a few girls had wanted to dance with him, but he wasn't too interested. The older boys had been excited to get him drunk on his first time, but secretly, his friend Amber had slipped him some at her Coming-of-Age three moons ago. He had woken up with a headache the next morning, and hadn't even liked the taste of the stuff anyway, so he wasn't that interested this time around. He had drunk the ceremonial ale, but nothing else - to the great disappointment of most of the town. However, once the other adults begun drinking and dancing, he had been mostly forgotten, so he had slipped quietly out to walk home. Leaves crunched beneath his feet, and he playfully kicked a stone down the path - but his mind was elsewhere, off in the high mountains to the east, deep in the forests to the north and amid a great battle lost to time.

"Hey Will!" He had been so deep in his daydreaming that he hadn't noticed someone walking up behind him. He jumped slightly at her voice, and turned quickly to face her. He had always found her pretty, her shoulder-length brown hair framed her face - shining, pale in the moonlight, which was speckled with freckled across her cheeks and nose. He glanced down, admiring how the moonlight framed her body, which had become far more feminine than when they were young, and would run along the river. Now, though she was skinny, she had the wide hips of a woman, and breasts to match, which she had always thought of as too small - though he thought they were the perfect size, he imagined palming them, her warm smooth skin gently caressing his hands, her nipples hardeni-

"Hey! Are you daydreaming again?" He snapped his gaze from her blowse, locking with her bright green eyes. "I was wondering where you crept off to, I was excited to dance." She said, stepping in line with him as Will resumed walking down the path.

"Yeah, sorry, I just wasn't feeling it tonight..." Will said, looking down at his shoes, his hand fidgeting with the hilt of his sword.

"So, you're a man now, feel any different?" Amber questioned, elbowing him playfully.

"Oh yeah, my muscles have grown twice the size," Will joked "and I already feel a beard coming on" he continued, rubbing his chin.

"I wonder if your muscles are the only thing that have grown twice as big" Amber taunted.

"Hey!... well.." Will stumbled, struggling to come up with a response.

Will and Amber turned a corner of the path, around the back of a large house, and both stopped dead in their tracks, shocked at the scene they saw unfolding before them.

In the shadow of the house were two figures, one on their knees and the other standing over them. Even from Amber and Wills' position they could tell what was going on.

The woman, long blonde hair draped back over her shoulders stared hungrily at the mans cock, licking it aggressively. She was dressed in a daring black shortskirt and red shirt, cut low to display her cleavage.

"Come on, take it bitch." Came the mans gravely voice, echoing slightly down the path.

In response the woman engulfs the head of the mans cock, cheeks pulling inward as she sucks, while using her free hands to stroke and caress the mans balls.

"That's Eve! The mayors daughter!" Amber whispered, but Will was in complete shock, feeling his face flushing red and a shifting beginning in his pants.

The mans hands grab Eve by the hair and he shoves his shaft deep into her throat, the slick, wet sounds audible where Will and Amber stood. He pushes her head down even further, until her nose is buried in his dark pubic hair. But she doesn't seem to mind, and stares up at him with lustful eyes, one of her hands delving down into her skirt.

"Oh fuck- fuck you're good at this.." The man groans, his head lolling back in pleasure as he saws his dick in and out of her.

The only response from Eve was the wet slapping noise of her throat, and his balls slapping against her chin.

The scene was quickly escalating, as Eve began so strip off her shirt, revealing her lacy pink bra cradling her large breasts.

"We... we should go..." said Amber, grabbing Will by the arm. He pulled his eyes away from the erotic scene, noticing Ambers face flushed a deep shade of crimson, she breathed heavily, and her emerald eyes were wide with shock.

"Y-yeah..." stumbled Will, stepping with Amber back around the side of the home, out of sight Eve and the man.

They stood there silently for a moment, both breathing heavily. Will realized that he had become very hard from watching the events unfold, his boner painfully and obviously pressing against his trousers. He began to walk back down where they had come from, praying that Amber didn't notice his predicament.

Amber however seemed lost in her own thoughts as she matched his stride, the silence and peace of the night suddenly very oppressive, broken only by their footfalls on the cobbles.

Soon they reached another route they could take home, that would not take them past the party, or the couple and both silently turned down it.

After more, silent awkward walking, Will reached his home and walked up the steps, leaving Amber on the path. The night air had not cleared his head however, and he still had a tent pitched in his pants.

"G..goodnight Amber" He managed to mumble, keeping his body facing the door, glancing over his shoulder at her.

"Goodnight Will..." she responded, as she made her way down the path to her house, only another two minute walk.

Their two houses were right near eachother, but a little isolated from the rest of the village, lying on the outskirts and partially surrounded by the trees of the wood.

Will grasped the handle, and pushed the door open.