First kiss

She’d never really considered herself pretty.

Not with the bulge of muscle which dominated almost every surface of her lithe body, nor with how utterly plain and ruddy her skin was from a lifetime of work in the fields and a barely adequate diet. Not to say mentions of her hands, rough and hard in a way that many elves simply didn’t grow. Even among those back home in the small village from which she’d been plucked, where hard work was the norm, she’d stuck out like a sore thumb between others. Most tried to imitate the look of the nobility in every small way that they could, seeking out remedies to smooth skin, making sure to confine heavy labour to the men of the village, who could afford to look like they were made of muscle and still draw an admiring eye.

The elfen maiden now known as Quartz knew that she’d never really been considered a beauty, and that had been more than fine with her. She hadn’t had anyone else but herself and her ma, who’d taken ill for years before she’d finally kicked it, leaving everything to her for their survival. Without concern for her looks she’d taken on every odd job, every bit of work which she could, alongside of playing caretaker and ultimately house husband.

Then ma just kicked it one day.

Not that it changed anything. By that time her rhythm had been firmly set, eat, sleep, work. Her world had not ever been very large, and it had held room for few illusions as she made her way about her life from day to day. She didn’t think on it too hard, not like life made much sense either ways, just more hard labour and a few distractions inbetween.

Quartz blushed hard at the memory of her new master’s lips pressed hard against her mouth, and her searching tongue slipping in to ravage her sweetly. She’d never been kissed before, and the experience had been surprisingly intense. Elf-boys were chicken shit when it came to her, her body intimidating for those who wanted something soft, and lacking for those who wanted something Hard.

Fuck it, her first time had been that very night that the village had come down with unfortunate case of Gnolls, as they raided the fuck out of everything, killing and rampaging without the slightest thought. And it had been a narrow thing too, the Gnoll who’d taken her had been torn between butchering her right there and then for the nights stewpot, or satisfying other, baser urges. In the end it had been another prettier girl who’d ended up on the unlucky side of a Gnoll stomach instead of her.

Apparently gnolls liked her hard body better for fucking, and less for eating... go figure. It was all at once both flattering and horrifying. She could still remember it, the rough touch of her assailant, as he forced her down, pulling her butt into the air and slammed himself home in wanton need. The uncomfortable sensations which filled her, causing her to cry out bitterly could technically be called sex, but that was like comparing eating an apple to biting down on a lump of spiky coal.

Over the months which followed, she’d be introduced to far more pleasant experiences in the realm of sex, as she bounced eventually from the hands of the Gnoll who’d claimed her, and his kin whom he shared her with, to those of the slave trader who’d eventually bought her firm ass from them.

In truth, despite the more unfortunate downsides, nothing much in her life had changed.

But then such was a peasant’s life. Hell even elven nobles weren’t particularly kind when one got down to it, she’d seen girls taken away from village life only to later be returned... marked and used.

Kindness was not exactly a defining trait of her own people.