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Basic Concept: A human man is living in the territory of the elves far from his own people. Some of the local elven maids take a liking to the strapping, strong stranger. He discovers and learns about elven culture, society and traditions as he makes himself a home.

I am seeking a writing partner who is interested in playing multiple characters and helping to flesh out the elven culture that our human finds himself immersed in. I would very much like worldbuilding to be a major component of this and I love creative partners who want to figure out little details and characters that call this world home. Together we can shape the environment/world, determine the local culture and society, elven biology (if it differs), the plants and animals that share the land with them. I could see this as a romantic story between two people, but I must admit that I am interested in multiple female partners, perhaps even harem-like. There can be a primary one, but others as well. Maybe widows seek companionship, there aren’t enough eligible males for the maids, a group of sisters make their home with our man, or there is prestige in carrying a hero’s child. I would like impregnation and pregnancy to play a big part to the story.

I definitely want to play with the romantic ideals of settling the wild frontiers, but still have access to other characters and settings. Over time he should become a member of the community.

I generally like light magic in my fantasy. The sort of magic present in fiction like the Lord of the Rings and A Song of Ice and Fire is more my speed, less D&D or Harry Potter. I could see the natural magic of the elves and the land rubbing off on my character, or perhaps elixirs and charms to aid in his longevity and vitality.

Below is a narrative example of what this could look like, but I am open to changing details or elements. Kinks and limits at the bottom.

On a warm summer evening I sit in a comfortable wooden chair at the front of my home. On the horizon I see dark clouds rolling across the sky up from the south. A storm will arrive shortly and thunder will peal, lightning will flash and the verdant Linara Vale will be awash in sweet rain that will feed my crops. These lands can capture a man’s heart in a moment, and yet every day presents new beauty. The gorgeous sights, the rich smells, and the music of the wilds fill me with wonder. There is magic in the air here. I live on a small homestead. I arrived in late winter in preparation for the growing season to come. My home is a simple cabin I built myself, with a small tended field, a pasture, and a sheep shed, but I have plans for much more.

I am not from here. I was born far, far away in a very different land. I am a stranger and an outsider. I am human.

I arrived in the Elflands, a collection of kingdoms, during the Goblin War. King Taeran hired human mercenaries and we parted our homeland to serve with his armies and scouts to help root out the goblins who threatened his lands. It was during the war that I first laid my eyes on the Linara Vale. Even scarred by war it was lush and green; a fertile land ready for settlement when peace returned. Many nights I dreamt of returning to its dense, ancient forests and green, open meadows filled with flowers, teaming with game.

At a decisive moment of the war King Taeran and his armies were able to drive the goblins from their supply lines over the mountains. My brothers in arms and I were sent to seal the pass. The Battle of the Stony Pass, as it has come to be known, locked the goblins from reinforcing their army and the elves were able to destroy the army trapped on this side of the mountains.

After the battle King Taeran came to see the humans who helped assure his victory. He promised the small group of men whatever reward they wanted for their service. Most men asked for gold, or weapons, or wine. Soldiers are simple men at hearts. When the King approached me I asked for something else, “I’d like to be given permission to settle in your lands, your Grace. To live a quiet, peaceful life.”

The King was amused by the strange request. A smile broke his handsome face. “Does Orik, Hero of the Stony Pass, have a particular place in mind?” he asked.

“Yes, your Grace. I’d like permission to settle in the Linara Vale,” I replied.

The King seemed to study me. I was filthy from the battle, still stained with blood. “I honour my debts. When the war is concluded, you shall have your land. You have my word.”

The war ended before the first snows fell. Not long after I received a grant of land on the edge of the wilderness. Linara Vale was the edge of the kingdom. Beyond the farms, villages and towns was a vast, untamed land. The war had been hard here, but when I arrived there was hope to rebuild. I found the land calmed my spirit after the war. The carnage and the bloodshed left my mind and purified me again.

Elves and humans rarely live among each other. Back home, in the biggest cities, there are sometimes elven districts, and vice-versa here in the Elflands. However, this far from the home and I am the only human for many, many leagues. I am not alone though, my homestead is near to the town of Syna and elven farms dot the landscape. I venture into town to trade goods and stave off the loneliness that sometimes creeps in. Joining the elves at a tavern and hearing their songs and listening to them chat is often enough. They are friendly and the bolder will come ask questions and share their stories.

I speak the local language, but there is a cultural gap between myself and the locals. I know they look at me strangely, this beastly man who dwells on the frontier who brings in pelts, and crops to market. I, indeed, look quite different from them. Tall, broad shouldered, and strong. Some of the locals call me Bear, Bull, or Beast in their local language. I blushed crimson when I learned that.

I live close enough that sometimes people from the nearby settlements wander out to my domain. I think they are curious. I greet them warmly and if they approach I share some drink and food with them, as is custom. The area is rich in game, herbs and other things, sometimes harder to measure in value. This fertile, forested valley that I call my home calls to others too.

The storm has darkened the sky and the gloom of night has descended early. A deep rumble rolls through the heavens. I can feel the electricity in the air. The thought of visitors and the approaching storm brings to mind something else entirely, something that makes my heart race in my chest.

She arrived at my home just before evening. It was nearly dark and it was not safe to travel at night on the rough road back to Syna. Her hair was as black as night and her skin as pale as the moon. I showed her customary courtesy with a cup of wine and bread and I welcomed her to stay the night. The smile on her full, red lips suggested immediately that she was more than grateful. She told me her name was Tiessa.

We shared a meal and I gave her my bed. I made a place to sleep on the floor and rested my head. I noticed that the elf-maid’s scent filled my small home. She stirred desire within me. During the war it was forbidden for humans to sleep with elves. It had been lonely at times here. The incredible beauty of the elven women in the area was and is a temptation. Sometimes I dream of them.

Sleep eventually took me, but it did not last long. I woke to the feeling of Tiessa slipping under the covers with me. On my bare arm I felt her naked flesh. “I need you,” she whispered. I caught the glimmer in her large eyes in the moonlight. Her soft lips pressed along my jaw and she found my mouth. I kissed her. She tasted sweet, like spring itself.

Her petite hands roamed over my body and she sighed in pleasure. I gasped as she took me in her hand and I throbbed. Her giggle was like music. “Claim me, my beast,” she said, climbing on top of my body. She moved with grace, and poise and wanton lust. She pressed me inside herself, stretching her body to take me in. My hands moved to her large bosom and I kneaded her soft flesh. She moaned and whimpered and pressed her hands into my broad chest as she rode me.

In the surprise and the passion of our union, neither of us lasted very long. She spoke hurriedly and cried out so I could not follow all of what she said. She ensured that when I released I did it deep inside her, flooding her inner depths with my seed. Electricity filled the air that night too. She collapsed on top of me to regain herself. She breasts squished against me. My hands stroked her long, silken hair. Eventually she climbed off me, seed leaking from her. She took my hand delicately and led me back my own bed. She guided me to cuddle her and rested my hand over her middle. In the morning she gave me a fiery kiss farewell and thanked me.

Thinking of it still excites me; the surprise, the urgency, and the primal nature of it. In our wild rutting I nearly felt more animal than man. It has been on my mind often lately, and for good reason. The last day I was in the market I saw Tiessa again. She was there with some friends. The four of them approached. She looked so graceful and beautiful. I blushed as she approached. I do not know elven etiquette with such things. I had herbs to sell along with berries I had collected from the valleys and forest. I greeted her warmly. She smiled and asked, “Do you have any peppermint, Master Orik?”

“Peppermint? Yes, I have some here.” I said, revealing some leaves protected by cloth.

“Wonderful,” her eyes sparkled up at me, her friends were watching, “The healers say it settles the stomach.” I was about to ask if she wasn’t feeling well, but she explained in her own fashion. She pushed on her dress and she revealed a gentle curve to her formerly flat stomach. The elf-maids with her giggled and blushed and Tiessa looked… proud.

“Seems like there are many wonderful things to find out by your homestead, Master Orik,” one maid commented before they turned around and went back into the market. I was left speechless.

The first heavy drops of rain began to fall. I hear them splash against the leaves of the trees and hit the awning of my modest porch. I am a stranger here still, but I am turning this wild country into something rich and productive, and my neighbours are becoming friends, perhaps more. I still have much to learn about the elves. Their customs, traditions, and religion remain mysterious and foreign to me and even the nature of elves and their relationship to nature and magic eludes me.

The rain comes harder now, but I smile. I am excited for my new home and happy for the progress I have made. I look at the trail the crosses my homestead and wonder if any travellers are stuck out in the weather. I do not stand to see and go inside to stoke my fire and consider what tomorrow might bring.

Who is it that appears on my homestead one day, or who do I meet? Are you a runaway? A girl whose terrible life made her risk it all and flee to the hope of something better? Are you the young woman who is curious about the strange outsider and we make eyes at each other when I come into town? Are you a visitor who comes upon me unexpected and returns that our union was fruitful? Or, does your family arrange a marriage for its own reasons?

So, that’s the idea in the nutshell. The elven maids of the Vale are drawn to this mysterious, human stranger in their midst. Send me a PM and we can see if we see eye-to-eye and want to do some writing together.

Kinks (Many Optional): Large breasts, Breast Growth, Temptation/Teasing, Impregnation, Pregnancy, Lactation, DD/lg, Gentle Dom, Romance/Affection, Ageplay, Sizeplay, Dirty Talk, Transformation, Body Betrayal, Breast Play, Cumplay

Limits: Gore, Toilet, Anal, Bestiality, Violence, Hard BDSM

These ideas were partially inspired by u/lightinshadows prompt, found here.

M4F - In the Elven Lands (fantasy, breeding)