Abigail Beddingfeld

Abigail Beddingfeld

Human (Carellonian)/Hermaphrodite herm Lvl 3 Erotic

Maggie Hayes surely had done it again.  There was an unwritten rule that wherever she went, she would change people's lives.  Either she saved them from a fate worse than death, fucked them into another reality, or killed them herself.  Kinda depended on who they were to start with.

Abigail Beddingfeld had been one of those who ran across Maggie, got fucked raw, and decided to take up another line of work.  Abigail was a whore.  She'd always been a whore.  She never really knew any other life but turning tricks and suckin' dicks.  She'd grown up slow, as Herm's tend to do, in a rather rough neighborhood in Dient, in the Kingdom of Foxmoor, in a time of trouble known as the Shadow Conspiracy.  Human's, especially those of Carellonian decent, were persecuted under Elven rule, so to keep her daughter safe when she turned eighteen and finally entered puberty, Tawniah Beddingfeld sent her away.  From the docks of Sylvasport she sailed, on her own and consumed by the growing libido that all herms must suffer.  For months she road in the captain's cabin, servicing his needs and those of his officers to pay for her passage, at last going ashore in Beotharn where would spend the rest of her life, or so it seemed at the time.

She was forty five at the time, for a Hermaphrodite, that's about the equivalent of twenty one in human years.  After a wild night with Maggie Hayes, as set up by her boss, one of Maggie's oldest living human friends, and hearing the stories of Maggies adventures against the Drow Red Dragon Riders,… Abigail decided it was time to say goodbye to turning tricks and take up a slightly more dangerous profession, that of an adventuring Erotic.  So, she dipped into that stach of gold she'd been hording and went down to a magic shop and looked around for some bracers, a ring and maybe something a bit sexy to wear.