Author: phase_3_profit

The Elves of the Wood, Parts 1 and 2 [Fantasy, MF, Mf, Oral Sex, Plot, Long]

Part One

They watched him travel the shaded mountain path through the heart of their village with a myriad of expressions written upon their elvish faces. Some seemed curious, others wary, while still more were impassive, but mostly he saw excitement. They were all dressed alike, if in fact they could be said to be dressed at all. They were mostly naked, with only a thin strip of loincloth draped between their thighs, and their bare breasts and bellies exposed to the sun’s warmth. The villagers stood in a crowd fronting their modest thatched roof huts; mothers and their daughters, young women, youngling girls, and crones with silvery hair and wizened, weathered faces.

Drinnen stole quick glances as he led his pack mule along the village thoroughfare, its grade growing ever steeper as he neared the Queen’s Hill. His destination was the formidable fortress of felled trees and set stone that loomed at its crest. He looked over his shoulder to see the thread of his path vanish as the villagers fell in procession behind him. His hefty walking pack was a great weight upon his shoulders, and his legs and back were weary from many days of foot travel, but onward he trod. Ranger, his trusty mule, ever followed him, and was packed high with countless trading wares, a hunting bow, and several mismatched pots and pans. Read more »

The Elves of the Wood (Part 3) [MF] [Long] [Fantastical]

This is the third installment of an ongoing series. I posted the original two in r/dirtywritingprompts but decided to switch over because the story continues to grow.

[Here is Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/ha604l/pi_the_elves_of_the_wood_part_1/)

[Here is Part Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/hbqwc4/pi_the_elves_of_the_wood_part_2/)

Part Three

His guarded escort led him across the outskirts of the village in silence, their torches burning brightly in the early twilight. Two guards marched before him, while two more brought up the rear. Their shiny metal helms glinted softly in the torchlight as Drinnen trod along, wondering why so many had been sent to shepherd him.

“Am I a prisoner?” he asked no one in particular.

“Of course not,” one of the guards answered. “You may return home at any time. But you cannot travel onward until your task is complete.”

“I understand that,” Drinnen said, indignant. “But why have they sent four of you to parade me around? Are you afraid I’ll try to rob you of your sticks and rocks?”

“For ease of passage,” the guard answered coolly. “Many of our folk have never had the chance to lay with a man. You would never make it to your destination without our help.” Read more »

The Warlord’s Return [Fiction, Threesome, MFF]

This was [originally a reply](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/hd8rd5/wp_to_the_world_hes_a_ruthless_warlord_who_knows/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) I posted to r/dirtywritingprompts, but I thought I would post it here too

Sasha stood still as a statue, absentmindedly watching the horizon. She was profoundly bored, and lingered silently several stories high on a roof-top terrace. A hot, arid breeze blew lightly in her face and gently set her wavy auburn hair aflutter. She had been there for a while with little else to do, and had spent most of her afternoon gazing far beyond the city’s high walls, where dry, scrub-covered rolling hills met a golden sky. Desi, her best friend among the other girls at the harem, was lying close by, prone and naked on a blanket, allowing the warm sun to caress her already tanned and supple skin. She toyed with her own golden hair where it fell in loose curls across the nape of her neck, and the gem encrusted plug she wore deep in her ass sparkled happily between round, fleshy cheeks.

Suddenly, Sasha spied a band of riders cresting the distant hills. They galloped down the wide dirt road in a tumult of dust and thundering hooves, their helmets and lances glinting. Her breath caught in her throat. Read more »

The Worshipers [Fiction] [MF] [Light NonCon]

Author’s note: this is an original, peripheral story set in a world I’ve been developing for a few years now. I write stories like this one to help me get a better grasp on building the world and its culture. I’m very interested to get any and all feedback you might have for me. Cheers!

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A gentle ocean breeze blew softly through the arched terrace window and filled the small temple chamber with blessed cool air. The palm trees outside the window swayed carelessly against the wind and made a thin fluttering noise. Akrem closed his eyes as he stood and, for a moment, he allowed the gust to caress his naked body. His bronze skin was damp with scented oils and perspiration, and the placid wind was serene and much welcomed.

He held the ornate goblet of wine to his lips and drained it in one large gulp. The wine tingled upon his lips and he licked them, savoring the sweetness of the fruit. The drink’s refreshing warmth spread steadily through his lithe, muscular body as he set the goblet down on a modest wooden table next to the girl’s untouched dinner. He took his long, dark hair in powerful, dexterous fingers and reset it in a loose top knot, which he tied with a small silk band. Read more »