Futa Quest: A Futanari Fantasy Double Feature

By Lara Longstaff and Ashe Valenti

Every man dreams of being a little bigger "where it counts". So what do you do when you don't quite measure up? Just add a touch of MAGIC!

Join the mistresses of futanari erotica, Lara Longstaff and Ashe Valenti, as they take you on two magical quests for the secret of getting well-hung. You'll meet alluring alchemists, horny futa elves, daring halfling thieves, and an enchantress who crafts the kinkiest love rings in the kingdom.

If you love fantasy, and you love futanari, then this is the double feature for you. Double the pleasure, double the fun! Let the magic begin!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lara Longstaff
• Release date: Jul 24, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463064481

Lara Longstaff

Hello there!I'm Lara, and I've got a few fantasies I'd love to share with you. But before you get down to reading my tales of futanari lust, let me tell you about myself.I'm 28 years old, single, but soon to be married to my long-time boyfriend, David. We hail from the Midwest of the good ol' USA. My hobbies are many and varied, but first among them are girls who have "something extra"! While I mostly prefer to fantasize about other futanari and such, sometimes my mood swings and I really get the urge to reverse roles with a cute guy, so most of my stories are of one of those two themes.Most of my stories are available on Amazon.com, so be sure to check them out there, too!I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I do writing them!XOXOXOL.L.

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FUTA QUEST

A Futanari Fantasy Double Feature

Cover art by Ashe Valenti

Copyright 2019 Ashe Valenti

‘The Longwood Elixir’ Copyright 2019 Lara Longstaff

All characters in this book are over 18 years of age

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CONTENTS

The Elixir of Longwood by Lara Longstaff

The Magic Ring of Amoria by Ashe Valenti

The Elixir of Longwood by Lara Longstaff

Kiara couldn't help but giggle, though she tried mightily to stifle it. Who would have expected a Prince, especially not a tall, handsome, young prince like Benedick, to suddenly turn up at your tidy workshop in the Artisan's District. Not even she, the most famous and respected alchemist in Viloria, could have foreseen that said prince would pull down his fine silken leggings and expose his rather pathetic manhood right in front of her!

Look what the gods have cursed me with! His Highness spat bitterly. Kiara nodded and stared, she couldn't help herself. She hadn't seen a penis that small in all her twenty-nine years. While the prince himself was most impressive with his dark eyes, thick black hair, and athletic body, he must be quite a disappointment to his bride! That poor woman.

Yes, indeed, Kiara coughed into her hand to prevent herself from chuckling. She forced herself to look away from his miniscule member and meet his troubled gaze. She could see the shame in his dark eyes, and she immediately took pity on him. As you said, the gods have treated you most unfairly, Your Highness. But one cannot choose one's fate in life. At least you're rich, handsome, healthy, and heir to the throne of Viloria!

For all the good any of those things do me, Benedick pulled up his close-fitting hose, and Kiara smirked as she noticed that the front panel was generously padded. Who said vanity was only a woman's failing? My wife is unhappy, and therefore, so am I.

Fair enough, Kiara sighed. She stepped back and eased into a cozy chair. It was impolite to sit before a member of the Royal Family, but the Prince didn't seem to mind. She brushed her thick brown hair away from her face with her fingertips, already deep in thought. Beautiful, wealthy, and clever, Kiara was considered quite the catch by many a man of Varrone, the sprawling capital city. Her smoldering brown eyes, plump limps, impressive bosom, and slender graceful figure had her would-be suitors practically begging for her charms. The handsome and entertaining men often got to do much more than beg. While she enjoyed her dalliances with them, she'd always turned down their proposals of marriage. Getting married would mean turning over her business to her husband, as required by law. It would also come with expectations of children and keeping house. In short, it would be the end of her career, and her career mattered to her far more than any man.

Kiara Ravino, you are known to be the best alchemist outside of the enclaves on the Emerald Coast, the Prince began slowly, his voice trembling ever so slightly in desperation. I will give you one thousand Gold doubloons, plus all expenses you might incur, if you can discover a cure for my affliction!

I'm just as good as any of those stuck-up wizards from the coast, Kiara snorted. At least when it comes to brewing potions and elixirs! I can't actually work magic spells as they do.

I misspoke, the Prince nodded. And your reputation as an adventurer is nearly as great.

You flatter me! the brunette grinned. She adored flattery. Her parents had died fifteen years earlier, when she'd only been half-trained in her father's profession. She'd developed her skills and reputation by her courage and willingness to go beyond conventional knowledge. She spent a good deal of her time hunting down ancient wisdom in lost ruins, ancient tomes, and even interviewing medicine men and woman across the realm. She prided herself in finding the most exotic and potent ingredients on dangerous journeys into the wilderness, never accepting anything less than the best for her customers. Two years earlier she'd returned from a voyage far to the south of the Palm Islands and returned with an ointment that completely, miraculously cured baldness. Her fame and fortune had, of course, grown considerably. She had a reputation for doing the impossible now, and could only hope that she could live up to it.

A potion for this already exists. Have you not tried it? I can make up a year's supply of it for far less than a thousand doubloons, she suggested.

Of course I've tried it! he snapped in frustration. What good is an extra two inches, when you are as small as I?

Good point. And as you no doubt noticed, the duration is quite limiting. A few hours at the most and then all those precious extra inches, fade away, Kiara nodded, trying her best to sound sympathetic.

And the taste of it! the Prince nearly spat.

That potion is made primarily from rabbit testicles, Kiara chuckled. With a bit of bull pizzle and rope vine seed thrown in, for extra bitterness.

I drank that? the prince gulped.

"I'm afraid so. I just want you to know,