The Ballad of Elva

Story by the_red_hobgoblin

Started and stopped working on another story a while back and just couldn't get into a rhythm with it. Decided to put it aside and take a stab at another story idea I had which, in case you can't tell while reading it, is a parody of The Legend of Zelda. Not very original source to parody, but I got a flow for getting the ideas out and now here is part 1 of what was intended to be a short piece. I'm working on wrapping up part 2 soon and hoping to have it done in a week or so. That should be it for the series unless I decide to write a little epilogue.

Doesn't start with my usual subject matter, but the second part will be muscle dommie futa centered.

None of this is real and all characters are over 18.

Level 1: Blessed by the Fairies

Contains: Futa/m, multiple-futa, size difference, sexual content, domination, muscle futa

“Oi! Watch out!”

The high pitched warning from the small radiant fairy alerted the tunic clad hero.

Split reflexively raised his shield just as the giant groblin smashed a massive wooden mallet downwards. A second slower and Split might have been sent tumbling into the chasm that now bisected what had once been the royal throne room. He quickly countered, raising his enchanted blade from under his shield to take the much larger beast by surprise. With a loud squeal, the groblin was run through and crumbled to the floor. It slowly bled out, its black blood oozing out onto the rubble of what remained of the once pristine marble mosaic built into the floor.

“Good work, Split! We’re almost there! Better heal up before the next fight though!”

Split listened to his fae companion, Vina the fairy,  and allowed himself a moment to pause and catch his breath. He stared forlorn at what remained of the stone tableau which had depicted the symbol of the Lolaw Kingdom: three interlocked rings, one blue, one red, and one green.

The red moon shone through the shattered stained glass window above the dais of the throne itself. Howls and grunts of other monsters could be heard far off in the distant fields, but Split had carved a path of single minded determination and focused violence as he cut down what remained of Danangolph’s minions. All that remained was to fight his way to the top of the unnatural black stone spire the dark sorcerer had summoned from beneath the castle.

Split pulled out a glass jar of “rare special creamy” Mon Mons milk that had been gifted to him by Nola, daughter of the kingdom’s premiere dairy ranch. Before embarking on his final assault, he’d stopped to restock on supplies. 

Normally, she would have met him after the sun had gone down at their secret meeting place, an empty secluded stall at the back of the barn, where she would dim the barn lanterns and then blindfold him. She would not tell him how, but she would then squeeze a fresh batch of this “secret, extra thick and creamy” milk directly from its source. He would have to kneel in the stall and patiently wait as she worked extra hard as she was grunting and huffing from the exertion to extract the milk from its source. The cow never made a sound though, and before long he could feel the streams of hot sticky milk spray his face. She would grab the back of his head and guide his open mouth to catch the nutritious fluids, coaxing him to “open wide” and “be a good little fairy boy” all while his tummy was quickly filled with the natural healing elixir.

However, when he last visited she had met him near the main gate. She had a jar corked and filled to the brim ready for him. A crimson hue grew from her cheeks just as misty tears started to form in her eyes. She threw her arms around his neck and told him to promise that he would return safely from the castle ruins. Her lips pressed near to his ear as she whispered that the glass jar was a batch she had specially brewed all while thinking of him, and how she hoped he would think of her whenever he finally drank it.

He hugged her back awkwardly. Something long and hard poked between the two of them, but Split couldn’t tell what it was. Nola blushed once more and promised to show him when he got back.[/size

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