Fantasy Girl Photographer

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In this story, you can fill in information about the protagonist (you) by locating the "Customize" button on the top right corner of the screen. This isn't a full on game like my main story in the setting, but instead something more like "Thank You, Demon King!" as a story with some options along the way, though mostly follows a linear narrative. You aren't a mighty warrior this time around. Live life to the fullest and make some girls famous with nothing more than your wits and your trusty camera! Get ready for the money shot.

Oh yeah. And there will still be erotic stuff with the main character. It isn't just taking pictures of girls. ;P

Feel free to like/favourite the pages you like most, or even comment, and check out my other stories if you'd like. This story is actually only one in a fantasy world called Absoterra slowly being fleshed out as each story continues. Other stories in the world include: Steamy Stories from Another World | Erotic Dungeon Crawl | A New World! Your Party of Hopeless Hotties | Thank You, Demon King!

WE HAVE A WIKI NOW! Too many characters to keep track of in this setting? Check out the constantly under-construction reference site here.

The air is cool but stagnant--completely silent as well, apart from the occasional tap of stone debris rolling down from a stone ceiling above. Your head is spinning, but you groan as you slowly open your eyes. It's dark. Though a distance away, there's a flickering light coming from fallen torches. You pat the ground around you. It's solid, smooth rock, and it's frankly obvious to you know that you're no longer in your bedroom. Your feet still move, as do your arms. Thankfully, you're able to muster the strength to pull yourself up, though this surely must be a dream. There's no way that this is real.

You remember getting ready for bed. Before getting undressed, you went to the kitchen to get a drink, though you don't remember making it all the way. Your memories end there, and start again exactly where you presently are.

The room is a cavernous opening filled with equipment you've never seen before, as well as shelves of books, though everything is in shambles. Furniture has been splintered to pieces and everything has been picked through. Some sort of struggle happened here. While you feel tired and sore, you don't notice any injuries on your own body, so that's good. It also makes sense, since you must still be a sleep. Dream or nightmare, it's definitely not reality. That being said, it all feels so real. You pinch some of the debris and experience the sensation of it pushing against the tips of your fingers. No matter what, you've never dreamt sensations so close to reality.

Where am I? you think to yourself. Why would I dream about being in a cave? Weird. It looks like some kind of evil fantasy lair. Maybe it's lucid, and I'm about to be sacrificed to some sort of demon overlord if I don't do something about it. Does that mean I can do anything I want though? Fireball!

You hold out your hand in hopes this is a dream you can control, though no flames appear. As you look down, it's just your normal clothes, and your favourite camera hanging from your neck. You must not have put it away yet before something happened, or your dreams are just this good at recreating your belongings.

"He's awake," comes a voice. It's directly behind you, giving you quite the scare. It seems to be from a girl--higher pitched and rather cute.

When you turn, you see a short young woman with dark skin, but her neck-length hair is strikingly purple--pale, like the tips of lavender. She looks to you with deep crimson eyes. It's the same colour as her top, which appears to be some sort of sports bra tightly hugging her modestly sized bust. They aren't gigantic, but she's still not lacking. They're shapely and perky. You try not to ogle, but beneath that is a slim bare midriff, and a pair of baggy, dark brown trousers that hang from her hips. She has a number of pouches around her belt holding different tools, and covering her feet are lovely sandals with gold trim.

Beside her is another woman who has yet to speak. She's taller, and while she has perfect skin and a gorgeous visage, you can tell through her eyes and by her demeanour that she's older, and the reason becomes apparent rather quickly. Her ears aren't like yours at all. They're longer, and they come to pointed tips--an elf. Her hair is a dark shade of purple, and it flows all the way past her shoulders and partway down her back. There's a reflective purple trim around the brim of her otherwise navy hat. It's large and comes to a wizardly point. As for her robe, it's quite distracting indeed. A tiny golden star clips her collar, and then it opens to a large cleavage window around a pair of massive melons before tying shut yet again. The robe ends at her knees, and there are cuts present up both sides nearly to her hips. Her heels match the rest, and they come to curved pointed ends past the toes. Each arm is covered by a sleeve that frills out at the end like a flower, further decorated by the same trim as her hat.

Both girls are kneeling nearby. As the robed woman leans, your eyes almost pop from their sockets as the dark colour of her wardrobe further accentuates the fair pale skin of her breasts, and there's no way that she could fit a brassiere beneath.

"At last." The mature woman sighs with relief. Her voice is deeper as well, and it's soothing. You thought she looked a little intimidating at first, with the aesthetic of an evil dark sorceress, but her bright blue eyes shine with kindness as does her smile.

"I think I heard something this way!" a voice echoes out from deeper in the cave.

"Damn it. They're still here?" the dark-skinned girl mutters under her breath. "We need to keep running. Now that he's awake, we can escape easily, but we need to do it right away. Come on. First, we hide."

She crawls quickly over to the wall behind them. Now that you're able to get a better look around, and your eyes start to adjust, you are present on some kind of stone platform beside the room's back wall. It almost looks like an altar behind you. There's a click. Whatever the shorter girl did just now, something has activated, and a small doorway opens up in front of her. It looks more like a cupboard than a passage, but she makes her way inside.

The other woman follows suit. "Quickly now," she whispers. "You must be confused, but we will explain on the way."