The Isles of World's End: The Antiphone

Story by melvincrass

Hey evvvverehbody! (Hi, Doctor Nick!) This will be a story with an eventual conclusion, so hopefully I keep up with it. It's set in a fictional world where futanari sorceresses rule, but of course, there's trouble afoot! What sort of trouble is for our intrepid heroines to find out. Part pulp action, and part steamy futarotica, and hopefully all enjoyable. Hopefully you get a kick out of this and the rest to come.

- Melvin CRASS!

THE ISLES OF WORLD'S END

CHAPTER ONE

THE ANTIPHONE

KINKS: Double penetration, drinking cum, cumming inside, light bondage, futa-futa-female

NOTE: So far, all violence, combat, and gore is non-sexual.

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The Isles of World's End, a mythical place. Locked in a time of ten-thousand years past, and yet civilization flourishes. Humankind rides on the backs of terrible lizards, and even shares space with these same lizards' bipedal descendants! Witches and sorceresses rule the islands from mighty towers and talk to dragons of all things, conspiring to commit evil deeds.

And yet, what a land of wealth it is! Gold drips from every man's pocket like water, and the cave-mines – the special province of men on these islands – are filled with jewels to the point that just running your hand across the walls will buy you a castle in these poor provinces. There is work to be found for honest hands and those less honest, for swords and for hammers. A year working in the Isles could make you a king on your return.

But always be wary, for where there is much wealth, there is also much danger…

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Thaya stood near the prow of the mighty sleek carrack Antiphone, her hand on the sturdy rail. Her dusky skin marked her out amongst the paler crew – children of the northern cities, all, and proud of it. Black hair fell in messy ringlets about her face, but she didn't seem to mind and they didn't block her vision very much. Her hair was a curious amber color, something that set her out from many. She was slimly-framed, but not boyishly-so, her hips curving alluringly so that the crew had something to look at. Besides the translucent top that hung over smallish breasts, tanned loincloth that clothed her hips, and heavy goat-hair boots, the only other object she wore made sure their eyes didn't linger too long: a sword, slightly curved and single-edged in the style of her homeland, strapped in a gilded scabbard over her back.

The Antiphone's all-woman crew had set off some time ago for the fantastic isles, dreaming of a world where queens ruled and imagining they might be better-suited to them than kings. Thaya, from the desert capital of Quarhoon, was only here because the captain of the vessel owed her a favor. Uneasily, she remembered that terrifying forest and the scores of gibbering devils she'd skewered. Even for her precise blade and steeled wits, that had been horrible.

The sun was high in the sky at this hour, bathing the crew in its rays and making sure that none of them stood in the same place for long, except for Thaya. They had been bewildered that going north of their cold homes, the weather would get so hot. The women accused deviltry and the witchcraft pracitced by the mistresses of their destination, but even so, they continued to go on. At this point, Thaya questioned whether or not it was their own desire or their loyalty to their captain. If it was the latter, there were few women it would be better to follow.

"Thaya! How does the day greet you?" came a bright call and the desert-born woman looked over her shoulder at the speaker. Walking towards her was the captain of the ship, tall and leggy Amalia von Reichhurst. She was dressed in her deep blue captain's jacket, but it was left open and she'd done away with her undershirt due to the heat, allowing Thaya a view of the inner curves of her luscious breasts. Her tan leggings hugged at her legs like lovers and dark leather boots gave her a commanding air. Against her thigh was slung a half-moon cutlass in the style of northern pirates, which was not the sword she wore when Thaya first knew her. Her bouncing blonde locks framed her face, capped with a tricorner hat. The captain's full lips were pulled in a smile.

"Fine," Thaya said tersely, a smile creeping onto her own face. She looked back over the fore side. "I don't see land quite yet."

"It may be some time, but it will be soon," Amalia reassured her, her steps light thuds as she approached. "We will be selling our swords to witches soon."

Thaya smirked. "I—"

"Ship!" came the cry from the crow's nest. All eyes turned up at th

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