The Forest Witch Servant of Thylindea Part One

By Philo Hunter

Elynysa, a young blue-skinned Elve, has left her homeland driven by the dream that has haunted her each night. Her search for the dream’s meaning will lead her to a small inn where the sexually naive Elve meets Bienya, a full-figured, lazily lascivious bunny girl who seems to know all the secrets Elynysa has been chasing after.

Bienya offers to lead Elynysa to a mysterious woman known as the Forest Witch, who she claims will have all the answers the young Elve has been searching for. Their journey begins in the rented bed of the inn as the flirtatious bunny girl awakens desires in Elynysa that the Elve has been trying to ignore.

Their journey will then take them into the witch’s enchanted forest, a place of deeply erotic and often confusing magic. Bienya will be Elynysa’s passionate and loving guide as the Elve begins a journey that will start with sexual self-discovery and end only after she has slowly peeled back layers of magic-shrouded mysteries.

The first part of this ongoing erotic one-handed read is intended for adult audiences only and includes themes of sapphic exploration with hints of budding BDSM-tinged desires.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Philo Hunter
• Release date: Apr 3, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224532568

Philo Hunter

Philo Hunter has enjoyed creating stories all of his life. He now turns the hobby inwards to explore and share sexual fantasies with the world at large. His stories are detailed, highly graphic erotica. With a love of erotic mind control and a fascination with heroines in peril his stories tend to center around one or both of those subjects.

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The Forest Witch Servant of Thylindea

Part One

By Philo Hunter

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Copyright 2024 Philo Hunter

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This publication is for sale to ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains explicit scenes, situations, and graphic language that may be offensive to some readers. All sexually active characters portrayed in this publication are 18 years of age or older. Please store this ebook file where it cannot be accessed by minors.

The events and relationships portrayed in this publication are for the purpose of erotic fantasy only and are not meant to encourage illegal or immoral behavior.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and events are either products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental or used as parody.

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Table of Contents

Table of Contents

Chapter One: Awakening at the Inn

Chapter Two: Into the Witch’s Forest

Chapter Three: A Vision of Hunger Eternal

Chapter Four: The First Six Kisses

Chapter Five: The Last Four Kisses

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Chapter One: Awakening at the Inn

Elynysa sat with a huff at a table in the back corner of the small tavern. It had been a frustrating day of aimlessly wandering through the wilds. She needed direction so as soon as she was sitting she reached into her satchel and pulled out a small, shallow stone bowl.

The youthful, blue-skinned Night Elve stared into the bowl as she dug around in her bag for the small leather pouch that held her divination rune stones. After pulling the bag out she opened the drawstring and tipped the contents of the bag into the stone bowl.

She watched as the stones clattered and bounced around the bowl, settling noisily into position. For a long time she sat silently reading them. Elynysa read them again, stroking her long black hair anxiously. Then she read them again, tugging at her hair and groaning in frustration.

My stones SHOULD be leading me to my destination, she thought as she stared at the stones. But the closer I get the vaguer they become. It’s maddening!

It had all started with a dream. A strange dream she’d known had been special, one that had seemed even more special when she started having it every night. It was calling, all had agreed on that. But by whom and to what purpose known in her home had been able to decipher.

She’d been training to be a seer. Everyone agreed she was naturally talented even if she wasn’t particularly skilled yet. Her masters in her homeland had encouraged her to use what skills she’d learned and follow the calling, telling her the dream should get clearer as she nears her destination.

So Elynysa had left her home, a hidden enclave of Night Elves. She’d journeyed out into the wider world of Alaria for the first time, wandering as she used her divination stones and the dream to follow the calling.

Every night she had the dream, and whether it got clearer or not seemed to be helping her get closer to wherever she was being called to. At first the divination stones had helped a lot in refining which way she should journey, but recently they had been frustratingly vague while the dream had stopped getting any clearer unless she left the area near the inn she was staying at.

Once more she thought about the dream. At first it had been vague and hard to remember. She’d been in a forest at night with a full moon overhead. That part remained the same, although the forest had become more clear. She woke now with the sense that the forest was a powerful place, something special seeped in strange, deep magic.

In the beginning, when the dream was a misty impression she could barely remember when she woke, she’d only had the sense of being surrounded by something, shadowy figures lurking near her.

Over time the figures had come into focus. There were always three of them. A mirror and two others. In the beginning the mirror had been joined by a menacing dire wolf bearing its fangs and an energetic rabbit. But as Elynysa had journeyed closer to where she was being drawn the figures had started to shift.

The energetic rabbit at times would start to take on the shape of a plump girl with furry bunny ears that revealed she was a member of the Bunordaen race. She was young and cute and exuded easy, open sexual charms that left Elynysa flustered and confused.

Then there was what the snarling wolf became. A woman always hidden in shadow even as the other figures in the dream became more clear. She was tall and imposing. Not a Human or an Elve, but a Faun. Elynysa could tell even though the woman was always in shadow because she could make out the woman’s large deer-like ears and antlers.

Then there was the mirror. A girl had begun to appear in it. She was a young freckle-faced beauty who was slender and tall with long orange-red hair. Elynysa always saw the girl as wispy and transparent like she was nothing but a ghost.

Of the three women it was this girl in the mirror that Elynysa would get the clearest impression of. She would at times feel and look boisterously happy but suffer severe mood swings that left her expressing immense sadness. There was also a sense of bondage, like the ghostly girl was imprisoned in the mirror and suffering because of that.

None of it made sense, and the closer she got to her destination it all became even more confusing. She’d always be in the center of the three, with a feeling of being connected to the three strange and alluring figures. But HOW she was connected to them was a mystery she couldn’t puzzle out.

Elynysa hoped she’d be able to solve the mystery once she reached wherever she was being called to. She’d THOUGHT she was getting close. But the closer she got the harder the trail was to follow. And now she was exhausted after a long trek through the wilds and needed a rest. She’d been going in circles for days and hoped the inn would provide a filling, warm meal, and a soft, warm bed for the night that would leave her more recharged than sleeping in the wilds left her.

The meal was everything Elynysa wanted it to be. Not just warm and filling, but one she’d been able to eat in solitary peace as well. It was something that didn’t happen very often at a roadside inn. Places like this were the same all over Alaria, full of drunken locals or Adventurers high on bravado. To get to enjoy a meal without someone coming over and making a pass at her was a rare treat.

Elynysa didn’t think about it much, but it was only when the men hit on her that she’d be annoyed. When a woman made a pass at her she still never reciprocated, but it didn’t bother her. It often left her flustered and confused by feelings she didn’t understand, not because she couldn’t understand them but because she’d never taken the time to.

She was a Night Elve, sexuality was not the turbulent, messy, and immediate thing it was for members of non-Elven races. For Humans and their ilk those kinds of feelings overtook them before they were even full-grown adults. Elven races were still sexual beings, but it often wasn’t till their midlife, decades or even centuries past the average Human’s lifespan, that they would have their awakening.

Even after their awakening Elves had better things to fill their time with than distracting sexual needs and desires. Important things could consume their lives for decades while the brief-lived races had to turn their attention to baser instincts before their comparatively short lives were over.

She was incredibly young for an Elve, barely considered of age by her people while still looked at as a girl by most. She suspected her awakening, if it came at all, was decades or perhaps even hundreds of years away. Those confusing feelings she felt when women left her flustered were things she could worry about later.

With her belly full Elynysa retired from the