Her mother had been the pampered daughter of elven nobles. Even back then she’d had many affairs, but her life had really changed when she was ambushed by human brigands while travelling. Confronted with a beautiful elf woman, they had of course raped her – and she had become addicted to the experience of being violated by human cocks, willingly giving herself to them. When her parents had arrived to ransom her, they had arrived at the bandit camp to find their daughter moaning with a cock in each hole, her belly already starting to swell with her first half-blood child. They had disowned her on the spot, and left her to the brigands.
The bandits had kept her as a sex toy and whore for a couple of years, before hard times had forced them to sell her as a slave. They had made a good deal, trading her to a noble who wanted a mistress. She was even allowed to keep her daughter with her – Shairi’s eldest sister.
Unfortunately, her mother’s lusts continued to outweigh her good sense, and despite being the noble’s spoiled property she had continued to spread her legs for anyone who took her fancy. When the noble returned from a year-long trip to find her pregnant again, he had cast her out. She had eventually taken up a position in a tavern when Shairi’s other sister had been born. Theoretically she was a waitress, but in practice she was a harlot for the villagers and the tavern’s guests. One of those travellers had fathered Shairi on her – even her mother didn’t know who.
Her mother was still happily fulfilling that role, and would probably remain there for the rest of Shairi’s lifetime. Her elven blood ensured that, despite having children, she would look like a human in her 20s for centuries. And her elven cunt was an exotic treat that people would pay well for. Shairi’s older sisters, Imagel and Fentra, were similarly inclined – they had been in trouble with the village elders since they were old enough to wink at boys. Eventually, they’d run off to be whores in the big city – after all, they reasoned, why not be paid for what they were doing anyway? Shaini hadn’t seen her mother or sisters in years. She probably had a younger sibling by now too – her mother enjoyed risking being knocked up, and saw a swollen, pregnant belly as a proud display of her sluttiness.
But Shaini was the smart one in her family. While the others didn’t care for anything except getting laid, she had learned to read and busily pursued every bit of knowledge she could. She’d taught herself to pick pockets, and used the money she stole to buy books and learn about the world. And then, when she was twelve, the infamous sorceress Meritheir had passed through the tavern. She had bedded Shaini’s mother, but then at breakfast she had announced that Shaini herself interested her more. She had explained that the half-elf girl possessed a great magical gift, and offered to take her as an apprentice. Shairi had been thrilled, dreaming of becoming a powerful sorceress. |