The Curse of Lust (Deviant x Noxrena)

To most, the world is ordinary, plain...boring. A mishmash of organisms trying to get by, a game with no end, a mundane existence. But for a few, there is wonder, beauty, and otherworldly delights. The few who get to glimpse this hidden world seldom emerge unscathed, or unchanged, and sometimes...the mark that is left remains long after they move on. For instance, were one to gain the ire of a creature of the lust realm, they might find themselves cursed to forever more be bound to lust. This was the case for any creature so bold as to deny a being from such a realm its fun, and sometimes...this curse lingered.

In this case, the curse passed on to the child, manifesting at the cusp of womanhood and forcing her into a life of debauchery, degradation and defilement. Her curse, required her to mate each and every day, for the rest of her life. If she obeyed this law, she was granted eternal youth and vitality, the ability to heal rapidly and survive extremes humans generally could not. But if she ignored her fate, not only would she age...but she would do so at a rapid rate, so much so that only a week of denial could leave her old and decrepit. Soon to fade to the long slumber.

It was this girl, still young, still cursed, and still bound to her fate that Ericks now watched...

Newglend was fairly small, mostly farmers and tradesmen, the only real changes in face tended to come from travelers moving through to larger hubs of civilization. Xana, was out of place, but not uncommon, she might attract the attentions of some of the younger men in town...or a few of the older less devoted males, but generally she could keep to herself. The town had three inns, which might let her stay a bit longer, and if she were to find shelter in one of the farms she might extend her stay even longer. Her only other option sat roughly a mile east of town, on the cusp of the nearby misted wood, the great forest of the region. There sat an old ruined tower, from ages passed when war raged in the area, though many in the town claimed those woods and the tower were haunted by evils better left alone...

The southern end of Newglend, the end which Xana would be entering was the bustling 'downtown' of the village, and held the larger of the three taverns, 'The Last Hitch' named for it was the last stop between Newglend and Paladine. Most entered town by the main road, but just before entering mainstreet, one might take a smaller side pass and loop east around the town toward the farmlands and forest...

The woman certainly caught the eye of many of the men on the road as she passed, even without flaunting what she had eyes were naturally drawn toward her. But, most whose attention she drew were to young, or to old to approach her. For the older, she was likely to much to handle, and for the young she was intimidating...a creature of such splendor likely expected a great deal from any man who approached her...and being inexperienced was not a good start.

Plus, in public, it was not exactly acceptable to approach women of her type...not in rural areas, not in small towns like Newglend. But...just because no one was approaching her, didn't mean there weren't those who had instantly marked her and began spreading the word. After all, adventurers often lived fast, for their lives often ended almost as quickly...

By nightfall she would have a small following available to her, but that didn't mean there weren't opportunities to be had during the day. Farmhands worked outside of town in secluded areas, and it would be hard to turn a woman like her down. She could always check the tavern as well, after all, most towns offered work to adventurers...and at worst she could always scrap the bottom of the barrel with the boozers and drunks...