Of all the champions of the world of Falacaerr, perhaps the best-known and beloved among them are the Maternal Guardians... women of great skill and valor who stride into battle bearing their wards within their own wombs, using their own bodies to provide their charges with near-perfect safety. Although most of these courageous women are humans, Ilanwylln's protection and light has fallen on other races as well, particularly the elves and even a few dwarves. Among both races there have been schools of Guardians, and so the child elf Unara grew up surrounded by tales of the noble women of her city, even having the chance to ride in a womb once during a time of alert. Becoming the squiress of a Guardian was Unara's dream...
Unfortunately, the night before she would come of age and be, hopefully, apprenticed to one of the sisters, the teenaged elf awoke to find her body from the navel down wrapped in a tight, warm tube, and her world rocking as her captor walked casually out of her bedroom and into the night, the girl hidden from sight beneath a long skirt as she vanished up into a very tightly holding womb, the woman's nethers forming a perfect seal behind her as she was spirited away into the night, along with several other children... Dominators of the wicked Moon Elves had come to the city in the night and kidnapped several likely young elves on the very cusp of womanhood... each young girl taken in their sleep, pulled up into the evil Guardians' wombs and slowly absorbed into their bodies as they walked through the forest... after an hour or so, nobody would ever know that Unara lay trapped inside of the Dominator who had stolen into her house.
And yet... despite her fear, as her captor began to absorb her body, the poor elf melting away as her consciousness became imprisoned in the evil Guardian's flesh, Unara felt... amazing. The process of being absorbed and trapped was one of pure and deep pleasure to Unara... and when she found herself being restored, she almost asked her captor to take her back in!
Needless to say, when released into the company of the wicked elves and offered a squireship by her captor, Unara accepted without hesitation.
The next several years saw her grow to a beautiful young woman, skilled with any kind of armor you might care to name and a truly deadly shot with the bow. Her womb was even more powerful than either of these skills, however, able to hold someone with a clench of steel and draw a prisoner into her nethers within seconds. On the last day of her squire-ship, she was presented with a final test... to unbirth and completely absorb one of the other girls who had been kidnapped in the same raid as her, and who had steadfastly refused all that time to become a squiress to any but a pure and true Maternal Guardian... certainly not the foul, evil temptresses called Maternal Dominators... Unara smiled as she approached the girl, and as her prey vanished into her, she sighed happily, feeling the terrified elf's struggles... in her old life, she had been a close friend, but now she was her womb's prey, and Unara finally had a chance to show someone else the pleasure of being absorbed completely in a powerful evil Guardian's womb...
It's been many long years since then. Those years have taken the eager young girl and made her into a truly powerful woman, a lone Dominator who walks through the woods and takes whoever she pleases as prey to keep her skills sharp... often showing her captives the pleasures of being absorbed and turned forever into a part of the beautiful elf's body... until the next time she sees a pretty young body she wishes to take over, having long since learned that most feared of Dominator abilities, that of Soul Displacement... Her greatest skill is luring captives into her, her voice and beautiful body alone drawing them into her waiting nethers to become just another bit of her body, without even having to go through the trouble of leaping at them or making herself sweaty trying to force in a resisting foe... not that she's incapable, but it's just so much trouble to rest and shower after a particularly hard catch...
Unara bears no particular allegiance, but will attach herself to one side or another for a time, if the right price is offered. While so attached, she's all business, although she tends to enjoy herself a bit with the targets of assassinations, and will obey the will of her employer, but outside of such contracts, she's her own woman, and nobody is safe, especially not young Maternal Guardians... those silly, intimate fools who treat their wombs' occupants almost like their own children soon learn the pleasure of the other side's powers...