The Chronicles of Altomaar
Story by Kizul Emeraldfire
I figured I'd been lurking and leeching and stuff enough, and felt it was time to contribute. ^_^ So without further ado, I present my first finished attempt at any sort of smut â enjoy. :)
WARNING!
This story contains explicit, unspeakable acts with CORN, and cooking with âspecialâ ingredients. That said â if you are of legal age (and you should be), and also donât get grossed out by this sort of thing â enjoy! :)
âRise and shine!âThe man who spoke threw open the curtains.âMmmâ¦â Shiela pulled the blankets up over her head.âI said, wake up,â the man said. When he didnât get a response, he took hold of her ankle and started to pull. âUp you get now!âKnowing she wasnât wearing anything, Shiela quickly decided to comply. âAll right, Iâm up! Iâm up!â Feeling him let go of her ankle, she turned over onto her back, uncovering her smiling face. âGood morning, Grandpa.ââAh, there you are, Shiela! Good morning,â Shielaâs grandfather grinned. âI have some business to take care of outside of the village, so I wonât be back for about a week. Iâve put a large cauldron of stew on to cook for you, so donât forget to mind it. Iâll see you when I return. Goodbye Shiela.âââBye Grandpa!âShe waited for her grandfather to close the door before rising to her knees, turning to the window as she reached for her hairbrush.Shiela was sixteen years old and little over five feet in height, with light creamy skin (though she had a few freckles on her face). Her grandpa had been taking care of her ever since her parents had died when she was about four or five. At least she had been able to take her baths by herself â it had helped her keep her secret from being discovered by her grandpa â the secret that she was a hermaphrodite.She kneeled by the window, brushing her strawberry-blonde hair while she watched the birds flit about in the trees beyond.Living with her grandfather wasnât bad. Sheâd learned a lot, like how to cook various dishes (mostly stews), how to clean and mend things. But after doing most of this for several years, sheâd started to tire of doing these mundane tasks.Such as it was that when she was almost thirteen, she managed to convince one of the blacksmiths in the village how to swordfight. Of course, she knew that she couldnât let her grandpa know that she was practicing how to use a sword, but he got suspicious when sheâd sometimes come home covered in soot, and so it was that he found out. Much to her surprise, however, he allowed her to keep training and even encouraged her to keep improving.[/p