Thank you for reading *Sera and the Silver Sword* #1, the fantastical first issue. Below is the origin of an ongoing story of sword and sorcery, of love and loss, and of trial and combat. The story will have multiple tags and theme includements, each varying from issue to issue. No one topic is dedicated, as a story is trying to be told rather than a single fetish to explore. See the opening for each post for the included content.
I hope you tune in for more issues, as the action and perilous threads of Sera’s life unravel. We’ll be exploring a wide range of fetishes and content through the entire story, the first post is not an example of what’s to follow. Thank you for reading!
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Sera and the Silver Sword #1
“Frontier” – [Violence] [Incest] [MF]
Along a windswept and snow covered plain, far in the distance, one could make out a travelling band. They stood out with their dark wood and clothes against the milk white snow. The bright blue sky was cloudless, uninterrupted. The sapphire expanse made the white snow hard to look at. The sun shone down upon them. Despite the open air, a cold wind blew down from the mountain, and the people beneath tightened their leather coatings a little more.
Known to them but unknown to you, the reader, is that these people were looking for a new home. Twenty eight people in total had taken all they could carry and all the horses could be loaded with, and pulled up stakes. The hope of a new home was worth the danger inherit. Now they travelled alone, together. Misery was abandon and the people walking along this empty horizon of snow were work and weary from weeks of endless walking. Among them, a young woman and her father dragged on. Their resolve was strong for they only had each other. She felt fear at night and hunger during the day. She wanted to go back home.
There are many within this nomadic trek that would have interesting tales starting from this day, but from here, none are more interesting than the tale of Sera Kyiss, daughter of Kavar Kyiss. The change from a regular timeline, in which the group dies in the snow three days later, started when young Sera looked up from the blank snow to see an irregularity in the mountain.
She tugged her father’s leathers.
“Kavar, look!” She pointed. A few others looked up and witnessed as well. Kavar, a broad man with an iron jaw and corded muscles, craned his head. After watching the lights the wizards created in the Battle of Hell’s Pointe, Kavar’s vision was not what it used to be.
“What is it, feather?” He asked, squinting over the bright snow.
“A ledge in the mountains. There looks to be a cave.” Sera told him with certainty. A few others agreed, a split in the nearby treeline looked to be a path that would follow up the mountain. It seemed to be a day walk away.
After some delibiration, Kavar agreed and stopped the caravan. The people gathered around. “We must keep east!”, “We could die out here, or in there.”, “A young girl does not know camping in mountains.” Protests but hopeful questions sprung among them. They had women, children. None could be spared a days expanse for nothing. The group talked for an hour, the weather sorcerer Kalm keeping in mind the remaining daylight they had, and they had agreed to send a party out to scout. The unable would remain here, waiting for a fire signal.
Sera, at the new height of her womanhood was ready to travel out with the group. Seven men and three women, Sera and Kavar included, began a march to the treeline. All in matching dark brown leathers of the bears and fawns that once lived in their homeland, they blended in as they reached the trees.
The snow was less dense here and they made good time. The incline started and they knew they would reach the mountain ledge they spied long before nightfall. Sera marched alongside her father, on the lookout for any present danger. They all did the same, weary from travel and ready to rest. Sera slipped a hand inside her leather. Between her breasts lay a knife made of bone in a leather sheathe. Her fingers traced the shape. She felt important here, as they began to leave the treeline. The rocky path to the cave seemed walked before, but not recently. She thought of ancient settlers and explorers, how they must have sheltered here. In the summer, this land would be beautiful and verdant green, but now it was cold, snowbound, and almost inhospitable. At least to them.
Her father kept steady and silent, as he often did, and Sera did not stray far from him. She knew he would keep her safe, but she wanted to stand on her own for once. Perhaps her group would see her as an independent, capable. Sera chewed on her lip.
The path soon got to the point of being parallel with the cliffside, and then it opened up into a cave system. Sera looked back over her shoulder and saw the caravan, out in the open field. It looked like a dark bug in the snow. Her focus turned back to the matter at hand. One of the party struck a torch and made a few steps in. The rest followed. Sera drew her knife out of her clothes and crept in. The cave seemed to branch off, with a handful of ‘rooms’ near the opening, leading to nowhere. One main path led deeper, and deeper they walker. The walls of the cave were smooth, grey stone that was cold to the touch. Sera ran her hand on the wall quietly before a gasp and a foot sliding made all of their hearts stop at once. In a small opening, a massive wolf was bent over the corpse of an elk. It dwarfed the full sized deer by twice its size.
Slowly turning its head until the dark black eye caught the light, the wolf was lightning fast and abounding. Sera froze, as did they all, until the wolf ran past them and bowed it’s head. Sera wanted to press against the wall, as they all swiftly did, but her ankle was caught in an iron bear trap. She howled in pain only to fall, hit the floor, and Sera’s voice and body swept to the cave opening. The wolf had her leg clenched in its jaw, and the pain was radiating through her like white hot fire. She dropped the bone knife as the wolf jumped from the side, Sera and all.
The teeth ground against her bones and the cliffside tore up her back. Together, it dragged her back down to the treeline, where the wolf flung the young woman out of his maw. Sera flew into a tree, the stunning pain making her bones ache. It was on top of her in a flash. Its long snout as big as her thigh, the wolf drooled hot saliva on her face. Sera felt her end was here, but we all know better, and within the moment of her realization of death, she was covered in a new substance, steaming hot and sticky. Blood poured from the crown of the wolf in a river.
The new corpse was thrown aside. Above her, with a wild look of hatred and worry, was Kavar, her father. A pointed and bloody axe was wrenched into his hands.
“Sera!” He finally said, dropping the axe and picking up his daughter. She felt safe, pressed against his chest, despite the radiating pain in her leg.
“Oh, father.” She said quietly, exhausted. He carried her back up the mountain. They had already lit the fire, no danger was lurking further in the cave. By dark the entire caravan had settled.
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In the night, they had cooked the elk and wolf to the bits. A few villagers had melted snow and washed off Sera’s bloodbath, and wrapped her leg. It didn’t seem broken, but it was damn hard to walk upon. She sighed, her whole body feeling defeated. For respect on killing the wolf and finding the cave, Sera and Kavar had a cave opening to themselves, to tend to wounds. Sera sat on a stone opposite a fire. Unwrapped from heavy leathers and furs, we can now see what our heroine truly appeared to be. A young woman, with fair skin and prominent bones, watched the fire with vibrant green eyes. Dark black hair poured over her shoulders. She was naked now, her womanly breasts growing heavy as she matured. A few scars and bits marked her skin, but she was otherwise clear and beautiful.
She looked down. Her right leg was wrapped in cut bandages, and feeling a bit better. Maybe it was just relaxing out of the snow.
Her father was asleep, covered in the thick skins. The steady rise and fall of his chest was comforting to see. The fire flickered in the green of her eyes. The fire flickered in the well of her heart. Sera stood up in the night, and slowly limped over. She pulled up the bear skin covering Kavar, and climbed inside his bed.
Beneath the heavy fur, their body heat together was steamy warm. It made her muscles relax at once. Her burly father, overshadowing her by twice in mass, opened one eye in a groggy state. Sera made herself comfortable, pressing her body against his. Kavar made a deep, sleepy groan and opened his arm to take her in. Deep in their cave together, she felt safe and loved. Sera kissed his neck with her soft, plush lips. His muscle held her, one of her hands running and holding onto his thick chest hair.
She kissed his neck the same way, softly and gently, and again. It was a nestled kiss, her soft lips held the last time and sucked on his neck. A familiar stirring. Sera felt his thickness flop onto her thigh. She squeezed her legs together.
“Sera…” Kavar whispered in a sleepy state. “Now?”
Sera confirmed him by kissing him on the lips. They kissed harder, Kavar sneaking his tongue into her mouth. Sera slid on top of him, careful with her wounded leg, and they kissed and kissed, sucking on each other.
“Daddy…” Sera whispered. “Daddy I need you.” She felt small and weak in a cruel world. Kavar grabbed her by the rear and held her close with both arms. She felt the warmth between her thighs grow and knew it was time. As her father pressed one of his thick, worn fingers inside of her rear, Sera slid her hand down and gently rubbed a finger up and down her slit. It came back sticky and wet.
The crackle of the fire the only other sound, their breathing grew heavy as Kavar pulsed his finger in and out of her. He pushed her hips down with his free hand, ready to push his manhood into his daughter. Sera kissed him while she spread her legs, preparing to take him. She reached between her legs and grabbed his mighty cock. Stiff and waiting, leaving a sticky trail of seed wherever the tip touched, she led it to the radiating warm slit.
He pushed in and bent his knees, letting her rest her legs on his. Sera gasped as he pressed inside of her, feeling just as big as the first time. It squeezed her insides and she just slid down with determination. The pain in her leg made her wince when she pushed herself with it. Kavar felt this and hoisted her with his hips, beginning to rhythmically fuck her. Sera’s pussy was wet to the touch and running down his legs. The slick swift was tingling his cock, and Sera felt the pleasure blind her. She laid down on her father’s broad chest as he pumped his cock inside of her.
She let him fuck her, smiling with deep satisfaction. Her father groaned as he took one heavy thrust and came inside of her. They came to a still, both breathing heavy. His cock still stiff inside of her, Sera reached down and played with herself, rubbing the top of her labia swiftly, a wet smacking sound filling the cave. Cum was pouring out the sides and made for a better lubricant.
“Daddy…” She whispered, wetly masturbating, “daddy… daddy…” Sera came, fairly hard, and she collapsed. A shift and turn to pull out, and they lay there together, for the last time.
A sudden peace settled over the both of them as they fell asleep.
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