Nothing fancy, just another installment in my Busty Elves In Peril series. Check out my gallery for variants. Enjoy.
Arealynne could feel its pulsing warmth, both in the palm of her hand and slowly moving up her leg. Oddly, the warmth and the movement came as a reassurance, that this thing, or collection of things, was a living being, and not ostensibly malign. This thing... no, she was sure now it was a collection of living things, ruled this pit, and through the bottom of this pit lay her salvation.
How it came to this, Arealynne almost laughed to herself when she thought of it. That this pulsing collection of flesh should concern her less than her captors, and less than the trials she endured to get down to the pit's edge. Kidnapped several months ago by vagabonds looking to secure a ransom, her captors had reneged on an agreement to release her. Having received what they asked for, they turned around and demanded more, much more. After this, she was abandoned by her family and her betrothed, as they sent word they wouldn't pay another ransom, leaving her to her fate. It was a hard thing to learn your loved ones could put a price on your life, harder still to learn it was one they weren't willing to pay.
So, Arealynne was left to this. In the bottom of the keep of her captors lay a pit, and through the pit's end lay an underground stream that emptied into a nearby glen, or so one of her captors had be cajoled into telling her. She could trust in the one who gave her the information, because now he was dead. The dead can't betray you, Arealynne thought to herself. She also knew the beasts of the pit wouldn't betray her. To be betrayed you need to trust first, and she didn't trust these pit dwellers, or anyone else for that matter. Not anymore.
No, no more betrayals, and no more trusting in others to gain her freedom, Arealynne swore to herself. From now on she would get what she needed on her own. It all started with a little trip, through a little pit...