Premise: An elven woman named Cerillia is a refugee fleeing a civil war. She will do anything to protect her daughter, Eirina.
Focus: Cerillia's desperation and humiliation at having to offer herself to protect her daughter.
Genre: coercion, non-con, humiliation
It is a dangerous time in the normally peaceful land of Larion. A war between two brothers, vying for the throne, has erupted. The kingdom spirals into a civil war as the people choose sides.
The fighting and chaos has caused death, destruction, and misery as the war grows. Towns have been destroyed, peoples have been displaced, and lives have been ruined. Refugees fleeing the carnage head for the edges of the kingdom, trying to escape the conflict.
As Lord Anon, however, you live on your estate of Rosewood Manor on the border of Larion. The fighting and problems are a distant concern for you, as your lands are safe from the fighting. The winter months have arrived, and you prepare to spend the next few cold months indoors, safe from the war. You are returning home one day when you see a bundle of tattered blankets in a pile against the wall of your estate. Curious, you approach it when the bundle moves. You draw your sword, only to see the face of an elven woman staring at you.
She quickly speaks, "S-sorry, my lord. We were just so cold and tired, w-we wanted to rest."
Still holding your sword, you respond, "We? Who is we?"
She moves the blanket back further, revealing a young elven girl huddling against her, dressed in rags. "M-my daughter, sir. Just me and my daughter..."
"What are you doing here?" you demand of the woman.
Fearfully, she responds, "O-our village was raided... we ran away... We had no time to take anything. P-please don't hurt us, w-we'll leave, I promise!" The elven woman is clearly distraught as she explains their plight.
A simple question is all you reply with, "Your name?"
"C-cerillia, sir. And my daughter, Eirina." She manages to stammer out.
Looking at the elven woman and her daughter, you start to formulate a plan.