*Appears 20s, actual age 100+
Have something special today. I’ve wanted to work on some fantasy erotica for a while now, and I found this one to be something really special. I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!
As always, if you want more of my stuff, you can find it at my [r/LibraryOfCaine](https://www.blogger.com/blog/page/edit/412786689543124737/3641746957745797797#) or my blog at [https://libraryofcaine.blogspot.com/](https://www.blogger.com/blog/page/edit/412786689543124737/3641746957745797797#).
(Final Note, this one was a bit long for Reddit’s post length. So I split it up into the replies.)
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On the southern edge of the Free Lands, where the human kingdoms, fiefdoms, tribes, and city-states jockeyed and schemed and warred for dominance, there was an expansive forest running through deep valleys and jagged mountains that all served as a natural barrier to the unified empire of the elves. At the center of this forest—halfway in, along the singular highway hewn through that rugged land—was Grace’s End, the sole elven settlement to be found in the in the Free Lands.
Riding along that dusty, well rutted, ever-shaded highway was a caravan; ten-wagon strong, with riders and carts and a not-insignificant cadre of armed guards and camp followers. Loaded on the wagons were goods and luxuries. Wines and liquors. Spiced cheeses. Rarefied herbs. Alchemical reagents. Things that were not easily produced in the unchanging empire of the elves.