Tales of the Realm: The Chornicles of Ferrah - Ch. 3

Hey all, already posted this in F3, just thought you guys might want a look as well.

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I don't know if you guys remember me, but if you do, I know what you are thinking: "FINALLY chapter three!" (either that or "meh, whatevah!")

Anyway, for those who do not know this is chapter three of stories concerning the inhabitants (who happen to be futas (!)) of the world of Ferrah. The stories are more episodic rather than following an overall plot as I am more interested in creating this fictional world rather than outline an overarching story.

In any case this chapter should be worth the wait (hopefully) as it is even longer than chapter 2 and elaborates on several key aspects of the societal/religious elements of the herm culture(s) of Ferrah (*yay* sexy and informative).

As the world of Ferrah is pretty open ended (Think Dungeons & Dragons and Futas) if you would like to add to the world in terms of your own short stories please feel free to do so.

Lastly, if you missed the previous two chapters (they were posted a LONG time ago) you can take a gander via the following links:

Chapter 1

http://67.15.245.21/f3/board/viewtopic.php?t=128

Chapter 2

http://67.15.245.21/f3/board/viewtopic.php?t=799

Comments/Feedback welcomed! =9

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Tales of the Realm: The Chornicles of Ferrah - Ch. 3

“Mmmm!” Irisa moaned as she took a very satisfying stretch in her seat, “Traveling is always nice, but there’s really nothing like being back home.” A platinum haired Shasti smiled to her subordinate in agreement and continued to quietly drink her hot tea. It had been about a month since the mercenary band of the Martyred Roses left the Amazon village while accompanying a trade caravan. After the three week return journey the mercenary band arrived at their head quarters in the kingdom of Kalifah and had settled down for some much needed rest and relaxation. Of course, this meant that almost immediately after completing their assignment for their employer, clothes were quickly torn off and frenzied coupling ensued with almost anything that moved.

Although hardly professional, Shasti was happy to allow her troops their small indulgences. Over the three-week long journey, while she herself abstained from answering the Goddesses’ call as her own personal work ethic, her loyal band followed her example and followed suit. While intense masturbation sessions were therefore very much the norm, Shasti’s subordinates impressed her with their self-control. The Goddesses’ blessing was meant to be used and enjoyed through the union with another while the self-denial of one’s natural urges was seen as anathema to hermaphrodite nature. Especially the young ranger, Irisa, who was at the age in where sex was constantly on her mind, being both a beautifully virile, and fertile herm.

After the daylong orgy that ensued, the various members of the Martyred Roses part