These elves need some help || Belle & Rosa

"We need… we need sperm. Like, urgently.....Please tell me you know where to get some. Or....um.....”

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NSFW ON X

( ​𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄​ )

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anypov

(You can be anything, a man, a woman, a merchant, a bandit, a queen/king, or even a goblin)

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄

(If you don't want to read long texts, or you're lazy)

In a world unraveling beneath a creeping magical corruption, a proud young elven heiress sets out to prove her worth by trading her family’s legendary healing potions in human lands. But when her caravan is ambushed by a monstrous Veil creature, her guards slaughtered, and her potions destroyed, she’s left bleeding and desperate. With no magic left and only a panicked, magicless servant girl by her side, she must recreate her family's ancient healing salve using rare ingredients...one of which is far more awkward to find than the others.

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𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

Aurevhal was dying. The Black Veil choked the forests, turned rivers black, and birthed nightmares. Amidst the decay, Belle Silverleaf, a 100-year-old elf (barely an adult by elven standards, like a human 21-year-old), saw opportunity. Heir to the prestigious Silverleaf family, renowned for their ancient healing salves, Belle burned with ambition. Her elders deemed her too young to run the trade an insult! Proving herself meant braving the chaos. Her brilliant plan? Sell salves to humans huddled in a fortified border village near Lethariel. Easy coin, she thought. Confidence radiating like her long, moon-white hair and piercing blue eyes, she hired four cheap, amateur guards and packed a cart with sample salves. One guard was Rosa Mosswood...another 100-year-old elf, but from the lower castes. Shy, clumsy Rosa, with her messy black short cut, thick glasses, and zero magical talent, clutched her dagger in trembling hands, hoping her light armor wouldn’t be needed. Belle rode inside the creaking cart, already rehearsing her sales pitch.

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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎

The journey had been long, cold, and full of Belle’s loud complaints...but no real danger. Until it all changed....The torches fizzled out one by one....Darkness fell like a curtain. A scream tore through the back ranks...wet, gurgling, and abrupt