Curse & Fortune chp 1 - by Zixtank

Story by Zixtank

(Tags: Fantasy, elves, futa-on-female, magic, vanilla)

Hi everyone.

Been a while since I uploaded anything here. I've been going away from erotic stories for a good while to pursue other topics and hobbies, but an idea's been lingering in my head for a while now and here it is.

I know I've labeled it as chapter 1, but, well ... We'll see if I'll continue it. I liked how it turned out, so I hope you'll do as well.

Unlike my previous stories, which have all been about the "real" world and more likely scenarios (as far as erotic futanari stories go), this one actually has a fantasy setting.

The main character, Pris, short for Priscilla, is a (relatively) young half-elven girl whose titular Curse is more than the typical kind. Who knows, maybe I'll elaborate on it at a later time. I had a mind to turn this into an actual full novel at some point (minus certain elements), but we'll see. Maybe I will, maybe I wont.

Anyways, I hope you like it. Leave a comment down below and remember, as long as you're polite, all criticism is good.

Zixtank, out.

Curse & Fortune

Chapter 1

Early Dawn

The morning was gray still when Pris woke. She glanced around the dark room. Even without dark vision, her eyes adjusted quickly as she blinked sleep out of them. She slid out from the covers and over the sleeping lump beside her, stumbling as gracefully as a half-drunk half-asleep half-elf could. She only bothered to put on a loose shirt against her nakedness before throwing open the door and heading out into the empty hallway outside. Nature was calling and it was calling loudly.

Snapping her fingers, a dim flame erupted from her palm and illuminated the way ahead. Giving it a lazy bump with her hand, the flame proceeded to float just next to her, hovering by her head like a curious mayfly. She slipped out the back entrance and was faced with a literal wall of rain.

She sighed, scratching her messy blonde hair.

“Whatever.”

She pulled the shirt aside and felt between her legs. As usual, it was there; long, heavy and by far less active than usual. The flame hung just behind her, casting a shadow that made her piece look even bigger.

She pointed her unusual appendix out towards the rain and the cold of the night was really uncomfortable as she let her water go. The relief was pure bliss in its own right. As she stood, listening to the cacophony of rain and rumbling thunder, Priscilla felt under her shirt. Just above her left breast, just above her heart.

Eight small shards of crystal was embedded there, partially covered in skin and tendony flesh. Ghostly green in color and emitting a very faint light that could thankfully not be seen through clothing, it was a ghastly sight that Pris thankfully had gotten used to enough to ignore altogether. These crystals and her other condition were directly related. Related in the same kind as sneezes and colds were related.

“Two years.” She muttered, shaking off the last drops, not caring if she dripped on the way back. “Two years and loads of trouble.” Well, that was only partially true. She had gotten quite a lot out of it. It wasn't all bad, but once she ended up in trouble, it usually ended in fight, flight or something tight.

She locked the door and made her way back up the stairs, passing the empty common room. The barkeep, Howler, had long since gone to bed. The doorman, an orc the size of a mountain troll, was herding the last costumers out the main door as Pris slipped up by and hurried up the staircase, not really sure how she had missed the sight when she came down. Though she wasn't shy, she wasn't an exhibitionist either.

Up above, the hallway was still empty. From all sides, it was quiet. Only snores and the occasional creaking of wood gave any indication that someone else was alive in the building.

Slipping back into her room, Pris made sure to lock the door. She spun as she heard a faint groaning and a shape rise from her bed.

“Pris? What's with the light? It's not even dawn yet.” Came the sweet yet tired voice that Pris knew and loved so much.

“Sorry,” Pris whispered and waved her hand. The flame dismissed itself and guttered out in a thin stream of smoke, leaving no trail it ever had been there. “Did I wake you up?”

“No.” Millie said, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. Though an elf, Milliana often slept when she was with Pris. Not of need, but more of want. Want to dream of things that just had transpired.

Pris walked to the bed and leaned in to kiss her. Milliana tasted of morning; her lips were dry and she reeked of sweat. The fragrance made Pris bite her lip and kiss her lover again. Millie returned the gesture, grimacing.

“Water.” She said and Priscilla hurried to fetch her a goblet. They had drained the pitcher last night, so Pris concentrated and a bub

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