Annoyed, more than anything

When the elf notices you staring, eyes bulging, hypnotized by her chest, she puffs up her cheeks and pouts indignantly, crossing her arms in front of her (to the effect of lifting and squeezing, rather than covering), both of you apparently having low enough INT scores to have forgotten about that whole being in a life-or-**** confrontation thing. "Boys. It's all they can ever think about!" She huffs, turning her nose up at you.

Just like that, your eyes snap back up to her face, and it's your turn to respond in kind (save for the arm-crossing). "I am a woman, thou salacious tart!" You both stand there for a moment, puffed up at each other, before the sky breaks out into a thin drizzle and the cleric breaks out into a sneer.

"Reeeaaally. Prove it! I bet you're not even a girl." "What--" Just like that, she's seized you by the front, prying open the buttons on your jacket.

"Unhand me, bawdy wench!" "You ruined my robe, I have to have something to wear!" "It won't even fit, thou stupid sow!" Her cheeks puff up again, and she wrenches your top open, snapping off the last two buttons, before jerking it off over your arms with a 'Hah!'.

You steadfastly refuse to look down at your sudden toplessness as the cleric eyes you up and down, her sneer returning, but she insists on pressing the issue, literally, by shoving her breasts into your face to emphasize the gulf between your flat chest and her gargantuan mounds, apparently oblivious to the fact that merely touching you drains her stamina. "You don't look like a girl." You grit your teeth in turn, growling "Art thou really so eager to join me in ****?!"

Her eyes widen for a moment, but she's a step ahead of you; she skips back as you lunge, shockingly agile for her top-heaviness and tittering all the while, and you slip in the mud, tumbling face first into the earth. Your attack barely grazes her, but far more satisfying is the sweet sound of your nails cleaving through what remains of her thin cloth robe.

"Eep! Why, you--! HEAL!" You wince, but... nothing happens. Again, really? "...Alright, that is it!" You can hear her stomp over to you, and feel her hands on you as she begins roughly yanking off your bottoms, ignoring your growls and muffled protests, to replace her modesty with your own. This was not going as you planned!

Once she stomps back, you struggle to lever yourself to your feet: You're both nude, now-- apparently you damaged her robe enough to despawn it-- and you can see your clothes piled next to her on the porch as she vainly struggles to stretch your jacket over her ridiculous bust.

The idiot's actually trying to get dressed instead of running to the safe zone just beyond the gate. Realizing the futility of her endeavor when she hears the jacket's stitching start to go, she simply wraps it around her chest as an impromptu bra instead, tying it off with the sleeves. By the time you've managed to right yourself, she's already squeezed into your skirt and panties-- she's not chubby, but she is still several sizes larger than you, and you think you can actually feel your heart drop when they split down her ass the moment she bends over to start wrestling into your stockings.

Being preoccupied with this, however, she doesn't register the splashing as you hop through the mud until you've spanned half the distance between the two of you: She apparently hadn't realized that you were capable of getting up at all, and only has time to stare dumbly at you for a moment with an 'Eh?' before you barrel straight into her, falling over the edge of the porch on top of her and pinning her arms down with your own. Finally, grinning viciously down at her, you have her dead to rights!

"...I guess you really are a girl." The elf snarks, panting raggedly from you knocking the wind out of her and her stamina falling into the red.

You headbutt her for her trouble, snarling. She goes out like a light, and you relish the sensation as you soak up the last of her energy.

Finally, she's at your mercy! You barely manage to stop yourself from instinctively chomping down into her neck, contemplating your options as for what to do with her. You've never actually had a captive before...