The Corruption of the Elven Princess

[Loganmjol]

*** Prologue

For over 3,000 years the elves had led over the kingdom. Their lifespan, far beyond most of the other creatures in the land, aided their ability to gain control over the lands. Driving the dwarves back to their mountains and underground dwellings, the centaurs to the great Forrest’s of Elken and the goblins and Minotaurs to the Labyrinth caves, the vast network of tunnels and openings that stretched for thousands of miles.

Humans existed but never really interacted with elves before over the straight and were on an island to the north. Elves had ambassadors stationed across their lands, including on the human islands and had grown a strong bond between their people. Their desire for discovery and exploration were very much aligned.

The elves had banished the goblins and Minotaurs from all lands outside of the Labrynth, reasons for this were varied and mythical. Some said that a long time ago the goblins had placed elves under a spell and were controlling them to do their bidding, but no evidence of this existed outside of scriptures and scrolls that the elders kept hidden.

The kingdom was now ruled by Yarmeloway the now frail and elderly Elf. Many conservative elves were loyal to him and his Wife Gwishnay, a fierce elf, much younger than her husband, fell in love after his first wife abandoned him and his daughter when she was young.

Lisara was the princess, a young adult now with a strong will and fast learning and magical skill. Far beyond her years with weapons and magic she was fast becoming a challenge to the elders, researching and questioning some of the values they appeared to uphold or as she puts it “cling on to”.
Her step mother did not enjoy her ‘daughter’ continually challenging what should be ‘the way of things’ as she often replied to Lisara and would happily see her move one of the outer lands forts and marry an elven lord to keep her out of the Great City grounds.

In recent years there had been sightings of creatures venturing out of the agreed borders. Elves had captured, battled and even killed many of the goblins, centaurs and Minotaurs who lived in the kingdom.

One fateful night a group of goblins had ventured into the city walls and had feasted on the market produce in the barns before copulating with some of the knights horses in the stables nearby.

They had been captured and not just imprisoned, but sentenced to death for their crimes.

The elves were indeed wise and intelligent beings but their rules was becoming even more cruel and intolerant of the lands and its citizens they were meant to protect, not rule over with an iron fist.

***Chapter 1: Anger and injustice
“They can’t just throw all of them in prison for that, it’s shameful” said Lisara as she stormed out the castle, throwing on her over robe slamming her staff on the cobbled floor as she bounded out of the grounds and heading towards the woods and hills to the north.

Lisara was tall for an elf, even for a female one, and at six foot 3 she cut an imposing figure. Her blonde hair, usually kept straight and formal, was already escaping its pins, framing a face flushed with righteous anger. Her blue-green eyes, the color of the sea, glittered with unshed tears of frustration. "Barbaric," she muttered to the ancient oaks, the word a curse on her tongue. "To cage them for simply... being.”

her anger came from the elves decision to sentence four goblins to death. They had been caught mating with the knights horses in the stables and were forbidden from being anywhere near elves.
The act was punishable by death, and was something Lisara disagreed with.

The kingdom wasn’t just for the elves and the goblins knew no better than any other *** she thought.

she bounded over the rough ground in the woods at a significant pace, weaving through the towering ferns and pines that spread far and wide over the nearby hills and mountains. Her bosom jolted up and down behind her dress in tandem with her footsteps.

Her hair was flowing in the wind and getting in her way. She paused briefly to tie them into two flowing neat sections of hair. Her hands and skill were not just adept at plaiting hair but for magic, weapons and s***d of combat.

Being an elven princess hadn’t just led to a life of luxury beyond the average elf, it had opened doors to learn abilities far beyond her years.
Now an adult elf, there was always more to learn, and her inquisitive and her critical mind demonstrated she already had the wisdom of someone much older.

her mother had taught her the compassion and openness she now possesses, despite her abandoning her when she was very young, it was something her step mother appeared to be completely devoid of.

Lisara didn’t know the reason why her mother left her and the elves nearly 220 years ago but she didn’t resent her for it, there must have been a reason. Maybe her lack of discern for her mother was passed on to her step mother and elders who Lisara regularly disagreed with, a “progressive nuisance” they called her at times.

The forest welcomed her with damp, earthy hands as she remembered what happened just hours before. All four goblins were thrown into the dungeons, to be executed in the morning, for no other reason than being goblins. The injustice of it all twisted in her gut like a poisoned knife.

She continued to fly through the hills, covering 18 miles of ground in just two hours, she just wanted to keep running, something felt like it was calling her forward up the mountains.

She thought back to when her step mother Queen Gwishnay had looked upon her with eyes of glacial disdain as Lisara pleaded for their lives.

"They are creatures." the Queen had said, her voice smooth and sharp as a shard of ice.

"They do not possess the capacity for reason. Their baser instincts are a threat to our purity, our order. You would do well to remember your place, daughter, and the *** that runs in your veins."

The word 'daughter' was a deliberate sting, a reminder that Lisara was not of her line, a constant, subtle weapon in the Queen's arsenal.

Lisara waded through the forest and growth, her satchel and staff as her only support as the day turned to dusk. She paused to look over the valley from the hill she was climbing up, everything she could see was under eleven stewardship, and all the other creatures in the kingdom. Just because Goblins, Centaurs, Minotaurs and dwarves aren’t elves doesn’t mean they aren’t their equal, or could be….

after a brief rest for food and drink, she continued on her path, the air became cooler as she moved across the hills just below the snowy tops of the mountain side. she had no idea where she wanted to go, she just felt like she needed to walk, something was drawing her but she was unaware of its source.

The further she walked, the more the well-worn elven path dissolved into untamed wilderness. The air grew thick with the scent of damp earth, decaying leaves, and something else... something musky and strangely compelling that tickled the back of her throat and made her heartbeat quicken.
As twilight bled across the sky, a sudden downpour caught her unprepared. The sky opened up, unleashing a torrential, unforgiving rain that plastered her robes to her skin in an instant.

Her fine silks, became a heavy, translucent second skin, the cold seeping into her very bones. Her golden hair, clung to her neck and shoulders and the cold caused her nipple to harden and rub against her dress.

Shivering, her eyes scanned the darkening woods for any semblance of shelter. That's when she saw it: a dark maw in the hillside, half-hidden by a curtain of thorny vines. A cave. It was not the warm, comfortable chambers of the palace, but it was dry. A desperate hope surged through her.

She pushed through the clinging vines, their thorns snagging at her already-tattered robes, and stumbled into the cavern's entrance. The air inside was warmer than the outside, a pocket of stagnant, earth-scented stillness. She leaned against the rough stone wall, panting, a fine tremor running through her frame. The rain hammered at the cave entrance, a percussive symphony of her own misfortune.

As she got into the cave she noticed a unique and strange smell from the cave. It felt familiar in a strange way, although she knew she’d never come across this scent before.

She cast some light above her head which followed her as she went deeper into the cave.

Little did she know she wasn’t alone, as sets of eyes followed her as she moved deeper into the labyrinth of caves in front of her.

As she moved through the cave she felt her body feeling tingly, almost like she had a few cups of mead and had a dance in the large halls for the red moon parties.

She looked on the walls to see drawings and carvings. It looked as though they were goblins who were celebrating something.

The further she moved she saw more drawings which looked a lot more explicit in nature.
Goblins copulating together, all sorts of things Lisara couldn’t even imagined gave pleasure. Then she got to a larger cave and the scent of the cave make her go light headed and smile and laugh as she looked around.

On the central wall in the cave there was a large carving, lots of goblins with large penises cheering towards a much larger goblin towering over them. There to the right of him was a larger figure sandwiched between two goblins as a third appeared to be inside this figures mouth with their phallic object.

As she got closer she couldn’t believe what she saw…. The figure was a female elf!
The writing beneath was in elvish which simply read “time stands still when this joy is present in my body and mind”.

As she stood there, she felt her nipples start to stiffen as they rubbed against her damp silk robes and her knickers felt damp, but not from the rain outside.

A heady cocktail of this scent in the air made her stagger and sit down on a smooth curved rock beneath the tapestry on the wall, it was almost a perfect place for her body to rest.

the six pairs of eyes in the shadows of the cave widened as Lisara lay back and fell asleep.
She must have drifted for some time as she awoke after what felt like hours, but it couldn’t have been, she knew that wasn’t possible.

After a moment, her eyes began to adjust to the gloom. The cave was larger than she'd first thought, a single, vast chamber that sloped downwards into deeper darkness. A faint, bioluminescent fungus cast a sickly, greenish glow across the damp walls, illuminating strange, crude markings and the ***tered bones of... something. Her elven senses, usually so sharp, were muffled by the overwhelming smell of damp earth and something else, something acrid and cloying, like old sweat and unwashed bodies. It was the scent of goblins. Her stomach tightened.

This was a mistake.

Panic flared in her chest, a cold, sharp spike. She turned to flee, back into the storm, but her foot caught on an unseen rock. She stumbled forward with a cry, her staff clattering against the stone floor. The world spun, and then darkness rushed up to meet her. The last thing she registered before she lost consciousness was the overwhelming, musky scent of goblin dens, seeming to thicken around her, to seep into her very skin.

[Pr****]

Mmmm can't wait to see what happens next

[Loganmjol]

3 hours ago, PrincessZena said:

Mmmm can't wait to see what happens next

I’ve got around 11 chapters done so far, see how people find the first bit and comment if they want more. The next chapter is pretty racy to say the least

[Loganmjol]

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