Untitled Poll Driven Silaedya Story

The poll driven story below is a sequel to “A Game of Cards at the Growling Haven Inn” which can now be found exclusively on Amazon. I am writing this new story in a way that you would not need to have ready the previous story, but if you enjoy what you see below please think about supporting me by purchasing the Ebook!


“Jeeze, I’ll get embarrassed if you stare at me like that,” Silaedya said, her pale Elven features blushing as she coyly looked away from the man staring at her.

“Oh, now come on,” the man replied with a big grin as he looked her body up and down. “A hot young Elven beauty like you? Surely you are used to men looking at you this way. Or are you a new employee here at the Fertile Angel Inn?”

“You’re too kind, ser. But I am no new arrival. I’ve been here since the inn became what it is now. And even before it became this,” she said, waving at the main room full of men drinking and grabbing at scantily clad Elven whores acting as serving wenches. “I knew the old Growling Haven Inn well.”

The man’s eyes had glossed over once she began talking about the past. He’d nodded polity then reached out, grabbing her and pulling her towards him. Silaedya let out a mock scream then giggled girlishly as he grabbed her ass and groped one of her breasts.

“You’re such a sexy young Elven slut I can’t keep my hands off of you. Why don’t you bring me a drink that will make me think of your hot young body and maybe when it’s time for me to take a slut upstairs I’ll choose you.”

She pulled away, giggling again. “I know just the drink. I’ll bring you a ‘blushing bride’. It’s a peach-flavored liquor that will bring a delicate flush to your cheeks and remind all that see you of a blushing bride. Oh, no, do not react so, kind ser! Even the manliest and most heroic of warriors delight in a glass now and then.”

When she returned with the drink he took a small sip. His eyes lit up and he took a larger drink. “This IS good.”

“But she was right about your cheeks,” a nearby man said, laughing.

“Bah,” the drinking man replied. “If I must look like a blushing bride to enjoy such a drink so be it.” He grabbed Silaedya again just as she turned to move to another table. “The burning in my cheeks only makes me think of this young Elven maid once more. A man would be lucky to call you his bride.”

Silaedya giggled, flinging her long blond hair back and flirtatiously running a hand through it. “For the right price I COULD be your bride, for the night at least. But I must be honest, despite my looks I’m older than you’d think. And although I’ve never been any man’s bride I’m no maid and have even given birth.”

“So what you’re telling me is you’ve got a pair of big milf titties under here?” he asked, grabbing the front of her low-cut top and pulling it down.

She squealed and giggled as she let her large breasts spill out. A moment later she bent forward and moved side to side to gently slap him in the face with them. Silaedya then pulled back, reaching up and squeezing one as she aimed it at his face. A small jet of milk squirted from her nipple, splashing the man in his face.

“You could say that,” she giggled. “As you can see, I’m still lactating.” He doesn’t need to know I’ll always lactate and it has no connection to how recently or not I gave birth, Silaedya thought, her mind momentarily flicking back to the card game that changed her life.

“Fuck the goddesses! A lactating Elven slut? Can’t get better than that.”

A nearby man leaned over from his table and grinned. “What do you think brought me here?” he asked. “I’ve traveled over a month to reach this glorious brothel masquerading as an inn just to have a taste of milk-leaking Elven tit! Almost ALL these whores are lactating. Hell, half of ‘em are knocked up!”

“A lot of that nowadays,” another man proclaimed. “Wasn’t long ago a Human man, even a well-traveled one, could go their whole life without seeing a pregnant Elve.”

And I know exactly why, Silaedya thought before thinking a quick prayer to Lorallana, Goddess of Elven Fertility.

“I’ve traveled a long way too,” the man Silaedya was closest to said. “And after sampling the wares I’ve decided I want THIS one first,” he added, slapping Silaedya on the ass.


* * *


“This should be enough,” the man said, slamming a handful of coins down on a dresser in the bedroom Silaedya had led him to.

Silaedya quickly counted the coins in the pile then nodded. “Aye, ser, enough for all the time you’ll need. But,” she added, coming up to him and pressing her breasts into his chest, “I’m good at what I do,” she whispered as she slid her hand down the front of his pants. “I promise you won’t last long,” she told him, stroking him and giggling as she felt him harden in her hand.

She slipped her hand out and turned her back to him, opening a drawer in the dresser the pile of money sat on. The Elven whore turned around with a bubbling potion in her hand, holding it up for her client to see. “A few extra coins and you can have a swig of this virility potion. It will make you harder for longer and ensure when you do finally cum there will be ample seed.”

The last part was what excited Silaedya the most. The inn’s owner encouraged his girls to upsell the clients, but for Silaedya this potion was a way to help sate the magical curse she was burdened with: an addiction to being cum inside of.

“I know you’re just trying to upsell me, you wily whore, but what man with the coin for a swig of that potion could say no?” he asked, digging into his pocket and pulling out another handful of coins.

Once the extra money was on the nightstand Silaedya handed him the potion. Her eyes twinkling with eagerness as he swallowed a huge gulp. “You’ll be more than ready by the time I undress you,” she told him, barely containing her excitement.

A minute later the two were naked on the bed, their limbs intertwined. Silaedya fucked the man with the skill of a whore who both loved her job and who had fucked more men than she could count. The man, on the other hand, fucked her like a selfish brute who cared only for his own pleasure and who knew he didn’t need to even pretend otherwise because his partner was one he’d paid to be with.

Yet as unskilled as the man’s clumsy thrusting into her was, Silaedya managed to grow closer to climax with every push of his manhood into her. She could feel him getting closer to his release and that was what she desired most, to feel him explode within her.

He’s going to cum soon, she thought, feeling his body tense and his thrusting increase speed.

The man started to pull away from her. Panicked that he’d not cum inside of her she wrapped her limbs around him and held him tight with all her strength. “Please,” she whined, knowing she sounded like the pathetic addict she was, “in me. I NEED you to cum inside of me.”

“Gods yes,” he moaned as her begging pushed him over the edge.

Silaedya went limp, cumming as she felt his ample seed flood her insides. He kept fucking her, the virility potion ensuring he kept cumming for an unnaturally long time allowing him to pump enough cum into her that it overfilled her pussy.

His seed squelched messily and noisily out of her cunt as he thrust a few more times into her. Then, spent and exhausted, the man rolled off of her and fell asleep almost at once.

Silaedya, however, was far from done. She spread her legs wide open and dipped her fingers into her cunt, pressing the leaking cum back inside her and shivering in delight to have her addiction sated. She used her other hand to rub at her clit, coaxing another small orgasm from her body. A moment later she pulled her cum-covered fingers out of her pussy and licked them clean, savoring the taste and thinking about how her addictive curse had once been for the taste of cum before the goddess Lorallana had altered it.

It’s still so satisfying to taste cum, she thought, shivering in delight again as she kept playing with herself. But having it here is even better, she mentally added as she pushed the cum that had started leaking out of her cunt-hole back in.


* * *


Few men bothered to pay to spend the whole night with Silaedya. Most who came to the Fertile Angel Inn were there to stay for days or even weeks and were in no rush to spend the extra money to keep a whore in bed with them for their slumber.

Being allowed to return to her small, private bedroom for the night was something Silaedya always relished, at least if she’d gotten a fix for her addiction. As long as she’d had a man cum inside of her during the last half a day or so she would be content to be alone, for when she was alone she could pray to the goddess that had changed her life for the better.

As Silaedya knelt beside her bed, head bowed in prayer, her mind wandered back to that night her goddess Lorallana had freed her from her former life. She remembered the perverse card game she’d played with the old wizard Hadley. She remembered the way he’d used the game to crush her will, how in the end she’d disavowed her sister Protectors of the Voidforest and happily awaited the freeing of the ancient “evil” that they had worked to keep imprisoned there.

Only it hadn’t been evil. It was a goddess, a wonderful goddess who only wants to see the Elven races multiply and grow great again.

When Lorallana, Goddess of Elven Fertility, had been freed she’d appeared to those in the inn. She’d given her blessing to those present who deserved it and punished those who had earned her wrath. Silaedya had been both of those things, punished for helping keep the goddess imprisoned yet blessed with fertility because she was an Elve. It didn’t even matter that her Elven blood was diluted and that she was just a Common Elve. Lorallana had blessed her and by the end of the night Silaedya had been pregnant.

The child was gone now and she had yet to become pregnant again, something she grew more frustrated with every time a man finished inside of her. “My most precious goddess, Lorallana,” Silaedya whispered, “I pray to you tonight that you see fit the seed I’ve taken in my womanhood find root. I wish to show my faith in you by birthing another Elven child. I am a faithful Elve now, I wish only to help multiply the Elven race.”

A strange sensation came over Silaedya then. It felt as though the world around her was twisting and warping in response to her prayer. She opened her eyes and saw flitting lights dancing around her, some pulsing white some sparking red.

“Turn and stand,” a kind, lyrical feminine voiced said from behind her. Silaedya did as commanded, turning to see the glowing image of Lorallana standing in the room with her.

No, not standing. This is not the goddess in the flesh as the gods sometimes appear on Alaria. This is but a vision of her.

“You have done more to redeem yourself than any of the women that worked to keep me imprisoned. You are the only one who has truly taken my worship into your heart and soul. And that faith has helped, in some small way, to repair your broken mind which is something that has not happened to the others.”

Silaedya nodded. She knew all the whores who worked in the Fertile Angel Inn had once been her sister Protectors of the Voidforest, but it wasn’t something she thought about often.

“That faith shall be rewarded further than it already has been. But more than that it is time for you to, once more, take part in important events. Come closer, Silaedya, and kneel before me.”

“Of course, my goddess,” the Elven woman said, falling to her knees before the vision of her goddess.

She then felt the power of the goddess begin to flow into her, felt that power begin to change her. Her body was jerked up into the air and held there as divine power swirled around and into her.

Silaedya looked down as she felt heat spreading on her upper chest. She could see a blue runic tattoo being etched into her skin. She had no idea how to read the runes yet instinctively sensed they were a powerful fertility blessing of some kind.

Once the rune was fully etched into her skin it became a tattoo that glowed and pulsed with blue energy. She felt power radiating out from it, spreading through her body and changing who and what she was.

Her pale skin began to grow paler, slowly turning an icy-blue hue that made her look as though she would be cold to the touch, yet she was certain her skin would remain as warm as it had always been. As her skin changed color so did her long blond hair. It floated in the air around her, as if gravity no longer affected it. She could see the color drain from it till it was left vibrant white.

Then, as suddenly as it had all begun, it was over. Silaedya fell to the ground and Lorallana was gone. The only power that remained was what the goddess had left inside Silaedya, radiating into her from the blessed and glowing fertility tattoo on her chest.

She stood, looking at herself in a mirror, marveling at the physical changes she’d undergone and wondered what they meant.

Lorallana had said it was time for me to take part in important events again, but she didn’t say how or when…


* * *


The next morning Silaedya woke, nervous about how people were going to respond to the changes to her appearance. But once she was out of her room it quickly became apparent that no one seemed to be able to see the changes she saw.

Is what I see something not truly physical or has the magic that’s changed me somehow preventing others from seeing it?

The day started normally with her acting as a serving wench in the main hall of the inn. She loved her work but for the first time she was feeling nervous about a man paying for time “alone” with her. She could sense the thing tattooed on her chest was some kind of fertility charm, but beyond that she had no idea what it did.

Will it ensure the next man who finishes in me gets me pregnant? She’d already experienced a blessing from Lorallana that had done just that so knew it was possible.

Still early in the day, before anyone had purchased time with her, there was a commotion by the windows that overlooked the grounds in front of the inn. Silaedya joined the crowd of Elven whores and clients crowded there.

“Whoever is in that carriage must be fucking rich,” someone was saying. “That thing is the fanciest one I’ve ever seen. And just look at the armor those guards are wearing!”

“That can’t just be some rich merchant,” someone else replied. “Has to be a nobleman or-”

“It’s a bloody fucking king,” another man called out.

They all stared at the tall figure stepping out of the carriage. Even from the distance they were at they could see the golden crown glinting clearly on his head.

“Can’t be a king, look how young that man is. Must be a prince.”

“Look closer,” someone said, pointing to the crowned figure as he and a retinue of guards began coming towards the inn. “It’s not a young Human man. It’s a bloody Elve, one of them pure-blooded ones by the look of it! Them High Elves, no telling how old they are. Could be twenty years old as easily as two-thousand!”

Silaedya could see now they were right. The man’s thin frame and beautiful, almost feminine facial features had the ageless look that grew more alien to Human eyes with purer Elven blood.

“He’s stunning,” Silaedya whispered. She couldn’t remember ever seeing such a perfect specimen of Elven beautiful in a man. He also seemed to glow with virility in her eyes, an oddity that left her holding a hand on her upper chest and wondering if it was a mere trick of the light or some power the fertility charm was giving her.

Is this Elven king why Lorallana blessed me? Is it my fate to bear this stunning Elven beauty’s child? Her heart raced in excitement at the thought but a moment later she forced herself to calm down. She didn’t know why the man was here but surely if he had arrived to enjoy the carnal delights on offer impregnating an Elven whore was the last thing he’d have on his mind.

 “Stand back!” the first of the Elven guards proclaimed as they entered the inn. “All stand back and behold the glory of King Ayre Er’byln, Eternal Lord of the Everforest.”

Everyone in the inn was pushing to get a closer look, requiring the guards to keep them back. Silaedya ended up towards the back of the crowd, only able to see the top of the tall King’s head.

His long blond hair seems to almost glow, she thought, feeling awe at the sight. His elven blood is so pure that the magical nature of his body can barely be contained. She thought about her diluted blood, more Human than Elve. Her insides ached with a pang of desire. To breed with such a man… What a blessing to the Elven race that would be! It would be my religious duty as a worshiper of Lorallana to make such a thing happen if I am given the chance.

But High Elves rarely had children, it was why their race had grown so small in comparison to the “lesser” races. The words Lorallana had spoken to Silaedya on the night the goddess had been released from her ancient prison came back to her. A sickness, that’s what she called the resistance to breeding most Elves had developed during her absence from Alaria.

Godwin Mercer, the owner of the Fertile Angel Inn, pushed to the front of the crowd. “Your Majesty,” he said, bowing and introducing himself. “I assume you’ve come to my fine establish to take part in its offerings?”

“No,” the king replied, “although I have come to make a purchase.”

The crowd began to murmur and Silaedya had to strain to make out the conversation the inn’s owner and the king were having.

“I do not understand.”

“I’ve heard many tales of your employees their beauty. I’ve traveled far to see them and choose one to purchase.”

“You’ll have any and as many as you want during your stay here,” Godwin Mercer quickly responded, gleeful greed in his voice.

“You do not understand,” the Elven king replied, his voice calm like he was speaking to a small child. “I do not wish to ‘rent’ one of these women nor do I plan on staying here for very long. I require a wife, an Elven wife that will ensure my bloodline is long-lived even after I am gone. I plan to choose one from amongst your employees and leave with her.”

Godwin sputtered, nervously saying, “But these women are not my slaves! I can’t just SELL them.”

 “I know these women are not your slaves,” the king replied, sounding as though he understood he knew the statement wasn’t the full truth. “I know they cannot truly be ‘bought’. But perhaps you can accept this as a kind of dowry to compensate your loss of an employee.”

Silaedya heard the king clap and saw that more men were coming in the front door. She stood on her toes and saw they were carrying a large, heavy chest that thudded loudly as it was dropped to the floor.

“Will this be enough?” the king asked.

A moment later all who could see the chest as it was opened gasped. “Bloody hell, I’ve never seen so much gold and so many jewels in one place. This Everforest the king is from must be an insanely prosperous place. Why in the hells haven’t I ever heard of it?”

Silaedya realized she’d never heard of the place either. Does that mean he’s traveled from a great distance to get here? Perhaps this Everforest one of the hidden Elven enclaves spread through Alaria…

Like everyone else, she’d have to wait for a chance to find out answers to questions like that. Once Godwin had agreed the king had demanded all the Elven women working for him be gathered at once. Silaedya, along with all the other former Protectors of the Voidforest, were gathered in a line in the center of the room where the Elven king could inspect them.

This king is even more stunning to behold up close, she thought as she swooned at her first clear look at him. King Ayre Er’blyn was tall, his long blond hair hanging down nearly to his waist. He moved with a smooth elegance that only added to his otherworldliness and now that she was closer to him she could FEEL the innate power bound to his pure Elven blood.

He slowly made his way down the line of Elven women, looking each of them up and down then waving a hand in front of their faces as he muttered a quick incantation. Each time he did this swirling pasterns of arcane runes and interwoven geometric shapes appeared in the air. He’d look at them, as if reading hidden secrets about the woman he was standing in front of, then nod and move on. As he did he’d wave the patterns away, turning them into wisps of glittering magical energy that disappeared as they fell to the floor.

Each one has looked completely different, Silaedya thought as she watched the king summon another of the arcane patterns. He MUST be using magic to find something out about us. But what? And what will he see when he does this to me?

When he got to Silaedya he seemed to spend longer looking over her body than he had with the other women. Can he see the changes others cannot? she wondered. He also spent much longer inspecting the arcane patterns before her. Silaedya wasn’t sure but they seemed bigger than the others had, more complex with more runes and spinning geometric designs.

After waving the patterns away he did not move on to the next woman lined up. Instead, he stood looking into Silaedya’s eyes with a serene, unreadable expression on his face. Finally, after what felt like an eternity to Silaedya, he leaned in and whispered, “You intrigue me, Silaedya, former Protector of the Voidforest.”

Her heart pounded. Is he choosing me? How does he know my name? How does he know of my past?

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