Eadric and the Sisters of Twilight - Sex Stories

Eadric and the Sisters of Twilight

... Everwood were brought in by a gentle breeze as white curtains fluttered about lazily.

Eadric tried to speak up but found his throat and mouth too dry to do so.

The woman's eyes darted to a glass of water by his bed, and he quickly grabbed it, gulping it down eagerly and letting the liquid wash down his throat. "Haaa..." Eadric then gasped, relieved, though the pain in his throat was far from gone.

"Ah... Thank you," the man said, trying to keep his eyes from the silver-haired elf's voluptuous form. "I am Eadric, of the Duchy of Quenelles, perhaps you have-"

"Save your words, human," she sneered, placing a hand at the dagger that hung menacingly at her side. "You know well what befalls those who cross our borders, be they Man or Other."

Her eyes roamed over him briefly, and he could tell that every breath he took tested her patience.

"Y-yes, of course," he nodded. "We took off when the Skaven raided our village. We had no choice but to flee. We were expecting another Greenskin raid, but the rats came crawling out from underneath us..."

"Underneath you?" She seemed surprised and a hint of alarm seemed to briefly replace her contempt for the spearman. "Their tunnels have never reached so far..."

She turned and took a step towards the door, turning her head sideways to look at him. "The water you drank has a small dose of medicine. It will help you heal but you will find that it makes one prone to sleep for extended periods of time. Remember: you are no ...

... guest in these woods. You will help us find the Skaven burrows and, if you prove useful, we might let you live and forgive your trespass.

"Attempt to leave this room and I will feed you to Ceithin-Har myself," the woman warned before stepping out of the room. "I am not so patient as my sister."

And with that, the woman left, much to the delight of Eadric who found his eyes glued to the elf's enormous posterior. If he thought her breasts were vastly oversized for an elf, he had not yet seen her ass, those fat globes of divinely sculpted flesh wobbling about with each step, supported by thighs that might have been as large as his own torso.

While he soon felt a stirring in his loins from the image, as any warm-blooded man would, the medication given him by the woman soon kicked in and he found himself falling back onto the pillows.

. . . . .

It was the night's song that roused Eadric from his slumber.

With great difficulty, he managed to open his eyes. He felt disoriented, confused. Dreamless sleep had taken him, and he knew not the number of hours or days, even, that had passed since the attack on his village.

"We have buried your friends," came a soft voice next to him.

He tried to turn his head to look at its source, but his muscles felt too stiff, as though they hadn't been used in far too long. "H-how long...?" he finally managed.

"Two days," the woman said as she came into view. "You were asleep for two days, and it seems that your wound has ...