Fantasy p*rn land Elves are tragically not made for breeding (Patreon)

The tale of the Elves and their kingdoms and empires is a long and convoluted one. One rife with terror, superstition, and bloodshed.

Certainly too long for these little lore blurbs here, so here's an abridged version.

Elves are a very proud and noble people, oft bordering on vain and haughty. They particularly have a rather damning history of looking down on "lesser" races and even enslaving and/or slaughtering them. But most of that is in the past now, and the elves responsible for the worst of it are long gone, or retreated to the subterranean dark Elf empires. Though the pride remains.

You see, Elves are a magically gifted people, as mentioned before. They naturally believed they were the chosen people of the gods, who gifted them these abilities to rule over others. And to make sure those others got the point, Elves used their magical prowess to achieve unnatural beauty. And yes dear readers, this did at times descent into unrestrained debauchery.

What the proud Elves didn't know, was that they were actually editing their DNA using magic, because they didn't know DNA is even a thing, because of a very long standing tradition of denying that pesky Orc "science" (blech! yuck!).

And well, not all their spells were the same, or worked the same, or tackled the same parts of their DNA. Basically, the elves were slowly, generation on generation, turning themselves less and less genetically compatible with each other.

To this day they do not know truly why their birthrates are ever declining, but to their credit, no one does. The Orcs at the height of their power hadn't discovered DNA yet either, so no-one knows what tragic fate has befallen the Elves.

Most think it is punishment by the gods laid upon them for their past crimes.

But the result of it is coupling with Elves rarely result in pregnancy. They are not for breeding... or maybe conversely you just need to do a whole fucking lot of it in hopes of at least one set of balls managing to knock a womb up, any womb.

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Now in their shared tents, laying in the bedding, Both the knight and the prince try to keep their distance to each other as best they can, but it's quite cramped so there's not much to be done.

Eventually though Knight Sophia manages to slowly begin dozing off. Until she feels something poking her back. Something huge.

It's now or never, she needs to comment on it, it'd be weird if she didn't.

And so, thankful that the tent is too dark to make details or colours out, Sophia turns around with a beet red face to address the prince's "issue". He tries to deny it at first, but from up close, she can clearly see his member must be close to 2 feet in length, even in the dark. It is impossible to hide, and he has to relent. Admitting to what he'd been doing.

At this rate, he'll not get any sleep, and they do need him to get rested up, travelling is rather demanding of one after all. And considering the frequency of the "brakes" he has had to take throughout the day...

With her stomach fluttering and her face flushing red so fiercely she's afraid it's glowing in the dark, Sophia makes her decision, leading the prince back outside the tent because she doesn't want to sleep in messy, sticky bedding. She stokes the fire they cooked their meal on up again, and in the orange light of the flickering flames, busty young knight Sophia drops her robes for her prince...

Hey all,

Is there even a point to writing this part at this point? :p

SoCarter out.