Large breasted Elf week continues with the gorgeous Isania Kallyn. Long-time followers of mine may remember Isania from an image of mine many years ago... I've given her a new hairdo.
Isania was highborn, the daughter of a high ranking nobleman within the High Elven city of Ulrahnee. She was of the blood of the King, a Duchess of the Royal House of Kallyn. She was the King's niece, and as such, was raised in the royal court, amidst intrigue, balls, ceremonies and speeches. Young Isania was content, but she was denied much of what her instincts... and her passions, desired. She was expected to be chaste, to be demure, to be a lady in all things. She would eventually be expected to marry a noble from a distant kingdom, another royal house, to be a pawn in another great alliance to protect her kingdom.
She wanted none of it. She was beautiful, courted by innumerable suitors. After the hundredth rose and the twentieth love poem, she had heard enough. She wanted to experience passion on her own terms. On an ordinary afternoon, she seduced a young gardener and had her first sexual experience beneath the vine trellises. It was impulsive, it was nothing, and it was everything. She wanted to feel it again.
It was only in her arcane studies of sorcery that she found solace. She had become adept at cantrips and basic spells, but she yearned to apply it for pleasure rather than pain. She needed to expand herself, expand her body, expand her mind. Under a ragged cloak, the Duchess stole away from the palace at night and walked amongst her subjects. Many were prosperous, but many were poor, and as she looked into their eyes, she felt their pain.
She returned the next night, in disguise, and entered a brothel. One of the patrons mistook her for a whore, and she played along, earning a gold piece for her half-hour's pleasure. It remains her most prized possession. She returned the night after that, approaching the madam and offering her services. The madam had never seen so beautiful a woman, and she accepted without hesitation. She earned her due with her body, and she loved every second of it. Gentle elders, rough young men, curious women, she loved every soul she met. But one captured her soul. Elradra Selipe. She was rather timid when she approached Isania in the brothel, clearly the first time requesting such services. She made love with hesitation at first, but after Isania explained that she could be free to indulge, Elradra did just so, fucking her passionately, but undisciplined.
As they lay together, Isania saw the spark of love in Elradra's eye. As she looked in a mirror to adjust her makeup, she saw the spark of love within her own. Before Elradra left, she asked where the girl came from. She was a ranger from the surrounding Shadewillow Woods, an enormous forest that surrounded three sides of Ulrahnee, a place of many dangers that Isania was forbidden to go. Isania asked Elradra if she could reveal one secret, and if she would, Isania would reveal one of her own. Elradra agreed. Isania asked if this had been her first time. Elradra admitted that it was. Isania then revealed her true identity, and she knew that it meant she could not remain.
She asked Elradra if she could come with her. It was Elradra's first night outside Shadewillow, the first step of her own journey, and she had found a worthy companion. With a defiant letter to her parents, brought by her familiar, she was free of their golden shackles. Isania taught Elradra of her own magic, and the ranger was able to combine her gift with that of Isania's to become an arcane archer. They visited many places on their journey, and attended many other courtesans, which brought them into the Borsite fold. As their power and legend grew, Bors knew that such fearless women deserved a place by his side, and they accepted with gratitude. Isania now shares her gifts with Ossinia, working alongside Frin Izricend in the Arcane Labs.
Her inventions can be a bit extravagant... but they are pleasurable.
4 years ago
20 Jan 2015 04:09 CET
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