A deep elf ambush

It takes you an overwhelming amount of willpower to even think about diverting attention away from the woman. The urge to continue pleasuring her is strong, the heat in your pussy and your straining nipples makes it even more difficult to think clearly, but instincts honed by years of training are yelling at you to get up and raise your guard.

You **** yourself to get up and retrieve your sword. Just in time. As you heft the blade, your mind begins to clear and you become alert to the fact that you are being watched. Cautiously, you look around trying to determine their location.

Then you spot them, a pair of eyes watching from the unwholesome forest that surrounds you. No, wait, three pair of eyes.

"It seems that our trap has lured an interesting prey," a female voice rings out, obviously meaning for you to hear her.

You hear an odd clicking sound and then a male voice responds to the female.

"Indeed, this one seems to have shaken off spores' effect. Curious, I was not aware that was possible for the upper races."

"Does it matter how she did it?" A third voice, gruff and impatient, almost interrupts the other. "She still going to be a fine prize for the arena."

"True, let's capture her and be done with this," says the woman.

"I am a paladin of the Burning Rose!" you shout. "I am on an important mission and I will not be deterred. Leave me and this woman and I will not harm you."

You can sense them moving within the fungal forest, but you can no longer see their eyes. They are shifting position. Preparing to attack you.

"Burning Rose," says the gruff voice with a chuckle, "Isn't that an all virgin cult?"

"The upper races are mad," laughs the woman.

"Just means she'll sell for more in the City," says the other man. "The sisters of dark roots will pay a high prices for a comely virgin."

There is a muffled snapping of the fleshy fungus around you. Three huge beetles emerge, with black carapaces and blunt heads crowned with golden ropes. On the backs of these creatures are three milk-pale riders. They have big dark eyes, little clothing and wield long spears. Their bodies seem soft rather than muscular and yet they move with a perfect grace that speaks of their hidden strength. Their pointed ears and malicious grins betray their sadistic identities.

Your adversaries are deep elves.