Hello All,
I was starting to write another chapter for my Better Woman series when I suddenly took a turn somewhere and found myself writing a fantasy story. It's less focused on the explicit details and feels like it'll develop more into a fantasy story that has sexfighting elements. Do you guys think you might read something like this? Or if it even belongs on this site? I'm posting a snippet from the first chapter. I don't know. It's different from anything I've written before.
Agondor
C.A. Wolf
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Chapter One: Road to Agondor
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The road to Agondor wasn’t the most pleasant trip as the young travelers often saw shadows in the trees. Their backs were in constant pain as the carriage harshly rocked with every bump. On top of that, it is dark and cramped, and the stink of their clothes circulates for hours on end. They didn’t dare change into their good clothes though. After all, they wanted to make sure they made a good impression on the proprietor.
A career in sexual combat wasn’t for everyone though. After all, they’d have to win more than half their fights to make enough just to survive. But if they were good enough to handle the high-profile matches then they could end up with the royal envoys. If they made it that far then it was a life of luxury and purpose. It was a dream that ‘Liu, Fang’ had ever since her family set up the trade routes.
She was twenty-one now and old enough to enter the recruitment tournament. She had grown into a beautiful woman a little on the pudgy side. Fang reflected on her practice sessions with her friends. At first, she thought her small breasts would be an issue but her friends had a hard time taking advantage of the small targets. Her ass, perky and large, was a double-edged sword. On one hand, she dominated the double-dildo matches but on the other hand, it gave her friends something to grab and control. Ultimately she knew she had to work on some things but she felt like she was ready to start her journey.
The other girls in the carriage were just like her. Young, ambitious, and special. It was hard to think that most of them would be sent back home. Not Fang though, she couldn’t allow herself to be sent back. Her parents had been against her choice of career. They would rather see her with an abacus counting silk imports and marrying the mayor’s son. It was a matter of pride to her, she will never go back.
Fang looked out the window watching the trees pass by. The woods were old baring witness to many travelers before them. She wondered what it was like to live so long. To have seen the rise of Agondor itself. She had heard many stories about the woods, ghost stories mostly to scare the young children. The shadows seemed to move, almost like mist. It was like there was something out there watching them.
