Strexotica: The Land of the Fucktoy Elves

Your stomach fluttered as you walked along the dark path towards the cluster of flickering lights in the distance. You and the rest of your squad walked in total silence, hands resting on swords and eyes darting around to the dark. On the road, the ground was paved with light polished stone. Every couple of feet stood a metal pole with an ornate lantern bathing the area with light and separating the known from the FOREST. The ground outside the line of gleaming sentinels was dim with an omnipresent fog which threatened, but so far failed, to cross and swallow you whole. In the shadowy fog stood hundreds of clustered trees, their dark branches twisting together in a canopy that swallowed all sunlight. According to hearsay, this street through the Green Waste to Strexotica was safe but men still held tight to their cold iron coins and kept their head on a swivel when traveling through these lands.

The Green Waste, as the crannogmen called it, marked the edge of the known world from the savagery of the unknown. From afar, one could mistake the Waste for a old forest but built to the scale of Giants rather than men. Rows and rows of densely packed trees rose to heights which poked through the clouds. Each of their trunks were wide enough that a company of men couldn't wrap their arms around their dark bark. Almost no sunlight reached the ground, the layers of twisted green and purple branches seemed to consume the very light and heat that made the earth livable. In the twilight, the only thing that could live in this underworld of bio-luminescent lichen and carnivorous trees were all manner of strange beasts that men was never meant to see.

The few raiding parties who traveled into the Green Waste returned with tales of horned giants capable of crushing a man's head as an afterthought, carnivorous trees who walked on their roots as easily as men walked on their feet and the natives... The men tried not to speak of them at all. Those who can be cajoled spoke of their impressive heights, large black eyes, and large pointed ears. Apocryphal tales spread of their fanciful ability to bend the fabric of reality with only a gesture or a word in some language that human mouths couldn't produce. Those tales weren't always believed but men from all around the kingdoms knew one thing, there is nothing in the Green Waste besides **** and madness.

That is until about 300 years ago.

One brave, stupid and enterprising group of raiders traveled father into the Green Waste than any had before. They carried with them swords made of cold iron and eyes hungry for the riches that could be found no where else. A total of 30 of them strove into that accursed forest and after a several weeks, 6 of them returned. And they brought a chained Goddess with them.

Many stories were written of this Goddess. Built like a human but larger. Taller by a half than the tallest man with flawless skin as pale as milk. Her haunting eyes were inhumanly large and were filled with black from end to end. Her inhumanity only served to enhance her beauty. Her face had high sharp cheekbones with a gentle jawline and large kissable lips the color of strawberries. Her pristine long white hair reached her considerable bottom and she moved with a supernatural grace, unhurried and patient. She was blessed with the biggest bust anyone could have seen. Each massive tit hung from her chest at the size of a growing child, pulling itself down to a perfect teardrop. Her upper frame, just large enough to hold these proper mammaries flared at her waist to contain hips that dared you to breed her. Her butt was a shelf big enough for a man to balance himself on.

In the presence of such a beautiful creature, the men didn't hold out for long. When they shook hands with **** in the eldritch forest for so long they longed for something to make them feel alive. And so they did. They took the giant goddess by **** in order to sate their lust. As they soon found out, it was them who would be used.

The Goddess was insatiable. The first man to throw her to the ground and fuck Her into the dirt, She cried with happiness, proclaiming this man to be Her husband. When two of them took turns fucking Her perfect mouth, She moaned and worshiped every inch of their poles to multiple messy explosions. She fucked them over and over, two or three of them at a time in every hole She could take. She cared little for rest and the chains of fatigue held no sway over her. Nothing else mattered other than draining blast after blast of thick cream from their balls. The lucky men couldn't believe their luck and fucked their new whore in an endless gangbang that lasted three days. Word spread of this perfect goddess whore. The men charged a pittance of coin as men from all around the world came to spend time with this perfect toy.

After three months, the Goddess gave birth to three beautiful daughters. Hundreds of men could have been the father. The three girls were all a bit different; one was shorter with green skin, another tall and dark, and the last a pale goddess. They each shared the same pointed ears as the mother and Her insatiable lust. They grew to full maturity faster than any human and joined their mom in their endless sexual escapades. These women quickly grew pregnant as well and begin to have kids starting to fill the world with more insatiable fucktoys.

And thus the Elves were born.

Generations of elves started to fell the occasional accursed tree to build buildings and industry around the growing population. As time went on the original raiders grew old and died but the Goddess and her Elven children never aged. Thus was the birth of Strexotica. The town of the Fucktoy Elves.

And as you braved the darkness and continued on to the twinkling town in the distance, you could help but think about all the stories. Of the beautiful elven prostitutes who would do anything for a single copper piece and would love it more than you. Of the girls who trained for hundreds of years. A place where any fetish despite how depraved would be fulfilled. And you couldn't wait to arrive.