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Ellyra stepped into the cozy warmth of the village tavern, the scent of timber and ale filling the air. The room was packed with villagers, mostly men of very ragged appearance. Their conversations hushed as their eyes turned toward the royal guard. Ellyra knew very well that she was truly a sight to behold; her body had taken the best from her human and Nayit ancestors. The royal guards’ fancy armor certainly added to her appeal. Her ample breasts were spilling out of the wide cleavage; her thighs, hips and buttocks were on full display leaving her modesty protected only by a narrow piece of fabric tightly hugging her precious parts. She had anticipated the effect that her appearance would have on those brute villagers but could not fight the excitement of seeing their long faces. Indeed, the scruffy men at the tables stared at her shamelessly exposed body with undisguised fascination bordering on hunger. Ellyra’s amusement was short-lived, as she realized she had to make her way amidst those tables, as the place was crammed to suffocation. She had to get to the tavern keeper to finally learn why she had been summoned at all.

It was common practice for King Vole III to send his guards to some remote parts of Kafanna to show his affection towards common folk, provided the plea for help got through all the hurdles on its way to the royal palace in Hasuetto. Usually it was a band of outlaws terrorizing some village or even a local squabble over a piece of land that got out of hand. Lately, though, the calls had become more disturbing. It was hard to make out the illiterate passages that the guard service was receiving, but there was a growing feeling that some evil force was emerging in Kafannian forests and swamps as the villagers’ pleas started to feature strange monsters and creatures. At first, Tabene Urpati, the Military Minister of Kafanna, brushed off the disturbing notes that were shown to him by the head of royal guards, but as the creek of letters was slowly turning into a heavy stream, he was forced to react. “Well, you may send someone to one of the villages… How about Ellyra? She may be a sight for sore eyes, but I’m getting sick of her attitude lately. A little walk in the wild will do her good” The Minister smirked as he returned to the reports of the Head Treasurer. The grand army reform he had been cherishing for a long time would not finance itself.

Ellyra grimaced involuntarily as she approached the narrow passage between the tables. The drunkards’ foul odor nearly knocked her out of her senses. As she squeezed through the dense lines of chairs, tables and their occupants, she could feel some more than random brushes and touches on her bare thighs and buttocks. She clenched her teeth as her exposed skin made occasional contact with the men’s greasy clothes or the rough wooden tables. She heard a couple of whistles and filthy remarks.

“Is that one of the ole famous royal guards they’ve sent us? Won’t mind being guarded by that lass, if y’all know what I mean, boys!”

“Looks like King Vole decided to send us some entertainment to lighten up our day!”

“Hey, sweetie! Must be tired from the road? Come ‘ere and we’ll make ya feel better. I can see ya looking for some real men’s care ‘ere”

Ellyra puffed her lips at that. “That rural scum. Do I really have to protect these people?”

“Owww!” Suddenly a cry left her lips as she felt a rough pinch on her exposed butt. She turned around fiercely and saw an ugly toothless face grinning at her. A laughter followed from the nearby tables. “Look at ‘er squirm! Methinks she liked it!” someone shouted.

“How dare you…” she whispered but contained herself. She had to get to the damned tavern keeper, not to pick up a fight with some local scumbags.

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Description
Content warning: sexual themes

Ellyra stepped into the cozy warmth of the village tavern, the scent of timber and ale filling the air. The room was packed with villagers, mostly men of very ragged appearance. Their conversations hushed as their eyes turned toward the royal guard. Ellyra knew very well that she was truly a sight to behold; her body had taken the best from her human and Nayit ancestors. The royal guards’ fancy armor certainly added to her appeal. Her ample breasts were spilling out of the wide cleavage; her thighs, hips and buttocks were on full display leaving her modesty protected only by a narrow piece of fabric tightly hugging her precious parts. She had anticipated the effect that her appearance would have on those brute villagers but could not fight the excitement of seeing their long faces. Indeed, the scruffy men at the tables stared at her shamelessly exposed body with undisguised fascination bordering on hunger. Ellyra’s amusement was short-lived, as she realized she had to make her way amidst those tables, as the place was crammed to suffocation. She had to get to the tavern keeper to finally learn why she had been summoned at all.

It was common practice for King Vole III to send his guards to some remote parts of Kafanna to show his affection towards common folk, provided the plea for help got through all the hurdles on its way to the royal palace in Hasuetto. Usually it was a band of outlaws terrorizing some village or even a local squabble over a piece of land that got out of hand. Lately, though, the calls had become more disturbing. It was hard to make out the illiterate passages that the guard service was receiving, but there was a growing feeling that some evil force was emerging in Kafannian forests and swamps as the villagers’ pleas started to feature strange monsters and creatures. At first, Tabene Urpati, the Military Minister of Kafanna, brushed off the disturbing notes that were shown to him by the head of royal guards, but as the creek of letters was slowly turning into a heavy stream, he was forced to react. “Well, you may send someone to one of the villages… How about Ellyra? She may be a sight for sore eyes, but I’m getting sick of her attitude lately. A little walk in the wild will do her good” The Minister smirked as he returned to the reports of the Head Treasurer. The grand army reform he had been cherishing for a long time would not finance itself.

Ellyra grimaced involuntarily as she approached the narrow passage between the tables. The drunkards’ foul odor nearly knocked her out of her senses. As she squeezed through the dense lines of chairs, tables and their occupants, she could feel some more than random brushes and touches on her bare thighs and buttocks. She clenched her teeth as her exposed skin made occasional contact with the men’s greasy clothes or the rough wooden tables. She heard a couple of whistles and filthy remarks.

“Is that one of the ole famous royal guards they’ve sent us? Won’t mind being guarded by that lass, if y’all know what I mean, boys!”

“Looks like King Vole decided to send us some entertainment to lighten up our day!”

“Hey, sweetie! Must be tired from the road? Come ‘ere and we’ll make ya feel better. I can see ya looking for some real men’s care ‘ere”

Ellyra puffed her lips at that. “That rural scum. Do I really have to protect these people?”

“Owww!” Suddenly a cry left her lips as she felt a rough pinch on her exposed butt. She turned around fiercely and saw an ugly toothless face grinning at her. A laughter followed from the nearby tables. “Look at ‘er squirm! Methinks she liked it!” someone shouted.

“How dare you…” she whispered but contained herself. She had to get to the damned tavern keeper, not to pick up a fight with some local scumbags.

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