Lily’s Quest – Part One [f][mast][exh][fantasy]

Hey! This is the first story I’ve ever written so I’m looking for as much feedback as possible. So be sure to leave a comment letting me know your thoughts. If you folk like this part, I’ll go ahead and continue to write more of ‘Lily’s Quest’. This part is a little light on *action*, but the plan is for a lot more of it in future chapters.

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Chapter One – The Royal Loch Inn

Lily handed the rustic barkeeper a few coppers, and grabbed her flagon of ale. Frothing with white bubbling foam, she gulped at her drink, letting her worries wash away, if only for a few hours. With a heavy sigh, she lowered her drink and wiped away the residual foam from her upper lip.

Lily was currently seated at the bar of *The Royal Loch Inn*, a homely enough establishment with a varied clientele of traders, travellers and the occasional questing knight. In the corner of the room, a local bard played a soft, mellow tune on his lute. As the tavern is situated on one of the main roads towards *Easthaven*, a prosperous trading hub within the empire, the tavern and the surrounding village benefit from the protection of an imperial garrison.

As the evening turned towards night, the clientele of the tavern began to return to their homes, or their hired beds upstairs. Lily still sat sombre at the bar, slowly nursing a drink, with her eyelids beginning to droop. Lily was a petite, young woman, sporting black lightweight hunting leathers and a couple of daggers fastened to her slim waist. With her innocent face and long silvery blonde hair, she was unsure if she’d even be sold any ale here. *‘It’s the daggers. It makes them see that I am no child… at least not any more. Not since Daddy…’* Lily thought solemnly to herself.

Further along the bar, the barkeeper was deep in conversation with another customer. Judging by his appearance, Lily guessed that he was a traveller. He wore an older, weather-beaten face and an unkempt beard. Besides the man’s stool lay his old backpack and walking cane. The barkeeper, leaning on the bar, was just a few inches away from his face, and apparently horrified by what this old traveller was telling him. *‘He might be bringing news’* Lily told herself. *‘It could be useful. You ought to listen’.*

Lily perked up a bit and started paying attention to what the two men were saying.

“Well, we did hear of an attack on *Skargness* a few days back, but *nothing* like this.” Said the barman with a slight sense of fear in his voice.

“’Attack’ doesn’t do that brutality any justice I’m afraid, destruction would be closer to the mark. Skargness was just the start, you see. That was just a wee northern village, not that it makes it any less awful of course, but it couldn’t very well defend itself, could it?” responded the traveller.

“No, I suppose not.”

“But then I caught word of an attack on *Bareshore*, a coastal town about 10 leagues south of Skargness.”

“Well that was also just a fishing town, wasn’t it?” asked the barman. His voice seemed to suggest he was almost seeking reassurance from this stranger.

“Aye, it was indeed, although a considerably larger one than Skargness, and guarded by an imperial garrison no less!”

Lily, stealing a quick glance at the barman, saw that a sense of panic had briefly washed over his face, but he quickly recomposed himself to appear unconvinced. “Well they would have had the element of surprise. By the way I hear things, no-one in Skargness lived to tell the tale of the attack. I reckon, the Bareshore garrison were caught completely unawares. We know they, or whatever they bloody are, are here now. They no longer have this advantage… right?”

“Oh, you are quite right my good man. They no longer have the element of surprise. But I fear they might not need it…” the traveller finished his statement short, almost deliberately enticing the clearly anxious barman to ask why.

“Why?”

“Well I’ve met many a folk now, all of which are peddling me the same tale. They speak of sighting a vast fleet sailing south. The numbers vary quite a bit as you might imagine, but it seems this armada totals at about a thousand vessels.”

“A thousand?!” responded the barman, half terrified, half amused. “No. Surely not, my good man. I am afraid you must be mistaken.”

But the traveller’s expression was grim and he shook his head solemnly. “No. I wish that I were wrong, I truly do. I didn’t believe it myself at first, but well… its’s just too many people, too many sightings.”

The barman was stunned in silence for a few seconds, clearly unsure what to make of the man’s tale. Eventually he recovered his ability to speak. “You said they were sailing s-south? Well that would lead them to…”

“*Stormbreak*. The imperial fortress has stood vigilantly for hundreds of years, watching and protecting these lands. But *if* that were to fall, the river towards Easthaven would lie open. *If* that were to fall, all the lands between the coast and the Nolf highlands to the west would lie unprotected. *If* that fortress were to fall, this very tavern would be lie exposed.”

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It was now one hour after hearing the old traveller’s tale and Lily was laying in her hired bed upstairs. Despite her tiredness, she was struggling to find any sleep. The contents of the conversation did not surprise Lily in anyway, in fact, she had very much expected it. But it had done nothing to put her worries at rest. Horrible images raced through her mind unwillingly, as they often did of late: Roaring red flames, engulfing the town hall, lit up the night sky, screams of agony and fear echoing throughout the town, bodies littering the streets. And out at sea, a grim three-decker ship rocked lightly on the waves, watching domineering as the town was pillaged and raped.

Lily shuddered at the memory. Everything she had ever known died that day six months ago; Dad, her hometown, her closest friend, Emily. She tried to cry, tried to scream in grief, tried to feel *something*. But there was simply no more sorrow left, she could cry no more. *Daddy is dead, and Emily too. No more tears will change that. What matters now is…*

What did matter now? What mattered when your home and possessions were burned, your family slaughtered? What really mattered in this world? *‘All those people died and I’m still here. Why?’* Lily thought. *‘I have no skills, no legacy. Other innocents were brutally raped and murdered that night, and yet I am the one who lived. So, what then, in this cruel world of injustice, really fucking matters?!’*

Lily said the word aloud, “Survival”. The word had come to her lips as if she had always known it. Survival of the fittest. Victory for the strong. The thoughts were dark for Lily, but they also made sense to her. *Nothing saved daddy, nor Emily. There was no divine protection, no valiant knight, nothing.* What really matters is surviving, and making the most out of your life.

Finally, with her new outlook on life, Lily drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

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Lily awoke the next morning with two quick thuds on her bedroom door. A voice called from the other side “It’s well past sunrise miss! If you’ll be wanting any morning food, you’ll need to come down soon.” Lily recognised the voice to be that of the barman. She cleared her throat and spoke back “Thank you, I’ll be down in just a moment.”

Lily climbed out of bed, as she heard the barman’s footsteps receding. She was wearing her white bed shift which fell to just below her butt. She walked over to the water basin with a real positive energy in her step, an energy she thought she’d never regain. Even in this relatively drab bedroom, she felt there was new colours in the world. Despite her horrific loss, Lily’s life was not over. *‘In fact,* she thought to herself with her new-found sense of optimism, *my life has only just begun. So much left to do, so much left to experience.’*

After quickly rinsing her hands and face within the basin, she threw off her nightwear leaving her completely naked. Almost of their own accord, her hands immediately began to explore her body. Her right hand lightly kneading one of her perky little tits, whilst the left played with her pussy and its tuft of golden hair. It seemed that a hunger had reawakened in Lily, a hunger she never had the opportunity to satisfy whilst at home. A desire to play, a desire to *fuck*.

A part of Lily knew that she ought to stop and go down stairs for breakfast. But the rest of Lily didn’t care, the rest of Lily had a burning desire to thrash, to moan, to cum. She threw herself back down upon the bed, and spread her legs. Her hand attacked her soaked pussy, giving it short little rubs. Moans were starting to escape Lily’s lips, but she did not care. *‘Let them hear me. Let all those gruff old men hear me playing with my tight pussy.’*

“Oooh, ooooh, yes! Fuck my tight virgin pussy!” Lily moaned louder and louder, letting the noise of her ecstasy carry down to the perverts below. She was almost surprised to find herself so turned on by this new turn of exhibitionism. But she didn’t care too much to think about it, her mind was solely focused on cumming, and letting the old perverts below hear her doing it.

Her hips rocked wildly and uncontrollably as she played. She could feel her sweet juices spilling down her crotch, along her butt crack, and pooling onto the bed sheets – she did not care, all that mattered was her pussy. Lily could feel the orgasm rising inside of her, ready to wash over her at any second. Then it hit her. She squealed in delight, letting her hips rise into the air as she came. Her thoughts were filled with all of the perverts she was driving wild with her lustful squeals.

Once she came to, Lily found herself panting wildly from her orgasm. She did not find any sense of regret from her overly loud moans, but rather a burning desire to it again, a desire to fuck every man and woman in the whole tavern. Lily had very little opportunities to experiment with her body and sexuality whilst at home, but if one thing was now certain to her, it was that she was now going to experiment to her heart’s content.

She quickly washed her hands again, threw her bed shift into her satchel and got dressed into her black hunting leathers. Once outside her room, she could detect the scent of morning sausages being cooked downstairs. Lily walked towards the stairs to go down into the tavern food hall, and despite her hunger, she was unsure what she wanted to taste first: some well grilled sausages, or some tavern drunk’s cock.

*End of Chapter One*

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