Eadric and the Sisters of Twilight - Sex Stories

Eadric and the Sisters of Twilight

This story was written as a request by one of my supporters and is my first foray into the world of Warhammer Fantasy. While I did try to remain as faithful to the franchise's deep lore, mistakes may have slipped in, as I am still getting acquainted with this setting.

Thank you for your understanding.

Chased into the fabled Athel Loren, a young spearman of the Empire is taken into the care of the legendary Sisters of Twilight. The medicine they give him has an odd effect, however, allowing him to turn the tables on his saviors and captors.

Contains: M/F, Human/Wood Elf, Cum bloating, Large Tits, Huge Cock, Breeding, Cock Growth, Role reversal, Vaginal sex, Mating Press, Excessive semen, Limitless Stamina, Semi-Realistic Proportions, Some Voyeurism

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"I don't think we should be 'ere," Blareth whispered, fear gnawing at the stableboy, his big blue eyes searching the shadows of the Everwood for signs of the enemy. Even the gentle birdsong and the flowing water of a stream provided them little in the way of comfort. "The trees 'ave eyes, they do."

"If ye wanna turn back, now's the time. Doubt that pitchfork o' yers is going to be much good against the vermin horde, though," the great knight Von Gloragam grunted as he climbed over the gigantic root of a tree, the thing quite nearly as tall as he. "Village is already burned, no good turnin' back. Are you unmanned by a handful of trees, boy?"

Behind them, Eadric listened. While he feared that ...

... the Skaven had followed them into the Everwood, he would have almost preferred them to Blareth's incessant whining and Von Gloragam's misplaced bravado. At least death would offer his ears some semblance of peace.

His spear was stained still with the blood of the three ratmen he'd slain. A handsome youth of twenty-three summers, Eadric spoke little. The spearman knew when to shut up and when to follow orders. He did not, however, believe they were headed in the right direction.

Those who ventured into the Everwood never returned. Such was fact. The common folk who lived in the towns bordering the ancient elven forests knew never to wander into that woodland realm. No one truly knew what happened to those unfortunate souls who met the defenders of Athel Loren, and few cared to find out for themselves.

The spearman looked up at Von Gloragam. The man, while not as clever as other commanders he'd seen, remained a shining example of the Empire's glory. He stood in his golden armour and pristine white cloak, scanning his surroundings. His greying hair and scars reminded Eadric that he had most likely seen and lived through worse.

Still, he would follow his orders. It was what good soldiers did, after all.

"I saw others heading into these woods," Eadric finally said, eyeing his surroundings warily. "We would stand a better chance of surviving if we joined up with other survivors. Blareth has a point, I think. We're walking blindly through a forest we know little ...