A female elf herbalist and mother of two

You travel for days more. You consider trying to capture an animal of some kind, but aside from deer there's nothing really big enough to be suitable to your needs. The human host you have, even handless, is better than that and far better for finding a new sentient as a host. Things are far worse now than before the ambush, and you curse your carelessness.

You can feel the same building lust, too, that helped get you in trouble in the first place. The lust for blood, for evil, but you resolve to suppress it better. To avoid conflict for the time being, if possible, and be more careful as you move along.

"You're wounded!" A female voice says to your left. So much for being silent. A beautiful elven face with long blonde hair appears out of the brush. Maybe those pointy ears are good for something after all, since apparently she spotted you first, "Please, sit, you've found help. I heard you a while back and have been tracking you, I feared you might be a raider, we are so near the border..." Or, even worse, she has been tracking you for who-knows-how-long.

Still instead of being ambushed you are in luck. A new potential host had almost fallen into your lap, and was now getting closer all on her own accord. Your eyes take in her plain clothing, that covered a perfect body and surprisingly full chest for an elf. Every male that you've possessed since your first, since Dingro, agrees in your mind that this was a desirable body, to possess in every way that you can. Something stirs within you, that lust that has been building for days. You want to do things to this body, and with this body, that have nothing to do with killing or fighting and more to do with... spreading. Seeding.

You had experimented with breeding before, in the dungeons, but it had been so rapid, so clinical, that although each was satisfying you hadn't had time to build up to it, to your urges. Not like this. Now with your time alone, and your defeat, you want to spread. And this woman is awakening that within you like a wildfire.

You need her, and want her as a host still. But you're less concerned with how she fights, how efficient you can make her, as how she... breeds. How you can corrupt her.

"Please, lie down. I've gathered some herbs... I'm something of a healer around here. I can help you get on your feet, and back to my house. I have two grown children there, we can look after you. You will recover I... I promise," She glances towards the stumps where your hands should be and swallows, obviously wishing she could take back some of her positivity.

You also see she's almost holding her breath. It takes you a moment longer to realize that you must smell rank. You haven't bothered bathing in the river since before the ambush, and hadn't been able to drop your trousers to relieve yourself without ripping them off with your tentacle-hands since the ambush either. You hadn't really thought about your appearance or hygiene. That is probably one of many reasons she thought you battle-wounded instead of merely a handless cripple. The dried blood probably helped that image too.

You collapse backwards, feigning weakness. Your target moves in closer.