Heroic sex fantasy : The Emancipator of the Empire

Our story takes place in Rhi'anon, a decaying empire ruled with an iron fist by Empress Sorsha and her legions of black amazons. This empire once spanned the entire continent of Hithlum, but the proud Imperials of yesteryear who served under the fierce but honorable Damodar are a distant memory. The cruel and paranoid Sorsha now thinks only of gaining more power and wealth, which has led to many revolts on the far reaches of the Rhi'anon Empire. Thus the sylvan elves in the West have succeeded in creating an autonomous kingdom in the remote and mysterious forest of Brokelaune, while the hordes of barbarians in the North are now only in theory governed by the empress. In the south, the merchant provinces are not bold enough to revolt, but the taxes which increase from year to year leave a wind of discontent which could lead to a revolt. Finally, rumors speak of the reopening of the cursed faults of the mountains of Pathenia in the East, greenskins and worse again tread the lands of Hithlum again without anyone standing in front of them... But all of this is of little interest to you!

Indeed, you are Jean Ham, a groom from the Cyan lizard inn, at the crossroads between the merchant provinces (where many travelers flock), the sylvan kingdoms (where no sane person goes) and the capital ( where fewer and fewer sane people go). A little lazy, rather charming and quite competent. You live a quiet little life near the village of Tarantia and the Sacred Grove. At the inn you work with Hélène, your mother, landlady and cook, Sophie waitress and chambermaid, Hugon helps cook and handyman, and Séléné bard and waitress.

Act 1: An Unexpected Sylvan Encounter

You are in a dark palace, in a dark tower, in a dark corridor. The walls and the floor gleam and seem to ooze a strange liquid, further away the sound of footsteps resounds. Huge weapons, glittering treasures and portraits of beautiful women hang on the wall. As you move forward, you see a long, wiry figure advancing in front of you, it wears a long black cape and is set in a crown with long quills. At your speed you will catch up with her, so you hesitate and start to slow down, finally she slows down suddenly, turns around. You only catch a glimpse of her marble face and large dark eyes as she thunders out, "I see you!"

You wake up suddenly on your bed. As you're still trying to figure out what happened to you, you feel something warm between your legs: your usual morning stick is harder than usual, and wet too. As the blurring of your eyes fades, you see Sophie's long curly hair between your legs in the darkness of your attic room, she raises her head slightly and casts a mischievous look at you with her soft blue eyes in the middle of her pretty face studded with freckles, then shoves your machine a little more into her delicate mouth and begins to move back and forth gently sucking your glans. You let out a moan of pleasure as you lift your head. As you were going to offer her a little doggy style to start the day off right, you hear footsteps on the stairs: you would recognize this determined step among a thousand, it is Hélène who comes to shake you to go to work!

In a flash you throw the sheets on Sophie in order to camouflage her before your mother suddenly opens the door. "So Sir Jean, I see you're enjoying the night again!" (if she knew how much, do you think) "maybe you could do us the honor of coming down and doing, I don't know...your job for example!" she adds in a disdainful tone. As you are about to answer, you see the sheet move slightly and you feel your club being sucked in more and more, then strokes of a small tongue start licking it. You try to contain your reaction as you begin to feel cold sweats on your forehead. As your eyes adjust to the new light, you see the penetrating gaze and disdainful pout of your mother's thin mouth, a tall haughty woman, her long blond hair cascading over her bare shoulders. She has her hands on the hips of her leather corset, and her delicate feet are tapping on the sole, waiting for a reaction from you. With a muffled voice, you calmly attempt to reply "yes mum, I'm coming right away don't worry!" ". She huffs then turns around leaving the door open, "You better come quick yes!" ". As she descends the stairs, you come… abundantly in Sophie's mouth, who gasps in surprise, but greedily swallows the hot liquid you pour down her delicate little throat. She eagerly pumps all you have to offer, then looks at you with a mischievous little smile.

After kissing and thanking Sophie for her welcome little surprise, you run down the stairs, half-dressed, half-awake, but completely stressed by the fate reserved by your mother. She throws you a loaf of bread: "No time to sit down, delivery in town today!" And be quick about it ! Hugon is waiting for you in the courtyard”. You bite into the loaf, grumbling, then collect the sacks of goods, put them on your donkey and head grumbling towards the edge of the forest. Birds chirp in the meadows as you pass, a gentle sun warms your face, and a light breeze lifts your hair. It's a beautiful day... you could have spent in bed turning Sophie upside down! She looked so greedy this morning, that's all she expected...Damn these endless chores!

As you continue to curse your life as an exploited groom, you enter the forest. As you dive deep into the forest and the surroundings darken, you notice an eerie and quite sudden silence. Bâté seems to advance and you feel a coldness on the back of your neck... You continue to advance cautiously, finally a high-pitched, bestial cry rings out! It's too much for Bâté who charges in the opposite direction, his leash slipping out of your hands in surprise. Panicked, you throw yourself against a tree, trying to see where the noise is coming from. You see humanoid silhouettes further on a path. You approach cautiously, staying hidden. You are horrified by what you find: three small, green creatures wearing disparate black studded leather armor and armed with large, spiky clubs surround a young woman. Well, it looked like a young woman, but looking closer, you see that she has green and brown tinged skin, slightly rough looking, and pointy ears that dispel any doubt: it's a Wood Elf! It seems to be a hunter or an archer, she has a few plates of light armor tinted in dark green, a magnificent bow which she bends skillfully, a long knife is in her belt.

She fires a first arrow that penetrates the throat of the first assailant, who collapses with a pathetic gurgle. No sooner had the arrow been fired than she bent her bow again with her nimble fingers, while the other two creatures threw themselves on her, the second arrow at such a short distance crossed the side of a beast which fell with a crash, while the other tries to strike a blow with his big club on the body of the frail young sylvester. She attempts to both dodge and parry him with her bow, which slips out of her hands in shock. As the monster raises its two-handed weapon to deliver a fatal blow, the elf uses all the legendary celerity of its ethnicity to draw its long knife which slits the creature's throat before he had time to react. She collapses forward, and the elf has to step aside to prevent the inert body from covering her. You let out a gasp of surprise, because the concentration for this last dodge and the certainty of having got rid of her assailants makes the young elf make a mistake. Her back is facing the brute who was only wounded in the side! When the warrior realizes her mistake, it is too late, the club falls on her and she can only avoid a mortal blow by deadening it with her knife, she falls to the ground, numb. The creature stands in front of her, screaming, its two clubs raised in front of it. You wonder in horror which one she will use to kill or defile this elf who now looks so puny.

As you seriously consider running away, you spot a club of a creature that has rolled up to your feet. Eventually mustering a courage previously unknown to you, you grab it and slam it down on the back of the creature's head. The sound of the smashed skull does not fully cover the sound of ejected liquid. And as the filthy beast collapses on itself, you see the elf bathed in a sticky liquid which gesticulates vainly, as if delirious or feverish. As you approach you see that the liquid has reached his face so precisely sculpted, with his thin nose which finds himself blowing bubbles in this repulsive fluid, his thin slightly chapped mouth trying in vain not to swallow it. Some of his pieces of armor are also glossy, and part of his beautiful green tunic is soggy. Her short strappy skirt didn't stop the liquid flowing down her slender and graceful, yet muscular legs. You try to help her by removing as much of it as possible from his face with your clothes. She struggles sluggishly, lying down in the grip of slight delirium. Once you have helped her as best you can. She seems to have dozed off. You carry it on the main road where you find Bâté. You put her on her back and bring her to the inn.

You enter discreetly from the back hoping to avoid crossing people at the end of the morning. You manage to take her up to your attic room. You lay her gently on your bed. You have never contemplated anything so beautiful. The body both frail and strong, thin and beautifully sculpted. The visible part of her legs and her delicate calves foreshadow sublime hips. Her chest that rises and falls under her tunic can only be made up of small, pointy, perfect breasts. Coming back to your senses, you fetch some hot water and start cleaning her face. You then do her arms and then start her legs. As you gently clean her lower thighs, she seems to come to her senses a bit. She starts to move slightly, which gives you a brief glimpse of her crotch: atop her nice, firm thighs are panties that look like vegetable lace. You see she's soaked! Yet the creature's liquid hasn't reached that part... Asking you what that means, you hear the beautiful creature groaning, "You have to...relieve me...relieve me, I can't take it anymore!" Empty me!

Taken aback, what are you going to do:

-get Sophie to help you "relieve" the young elf

-attempt to "relieve" it yourself

Once this task is accomplished, you will realize that your mother took advantage of your departure to meet... someone...

-Are you going to spy on her interview ?

-or would you rather spend more time with Sophie?