Ascent to power by the scent of flowers

Lumbering woman that I am, I'm not exactly built for stealth. Still, I'm getting the sense for this forest and its inhabitants; I could probably at least sneak until they're within line of sight. I creep towards my new target, (1d20, stealth, 9 vs. 7, success) careful not to step on any branches or low-lying critters.

Syl'anor Forest is the habitat of a variety of life. The most dangerous non-sapient life is the Syl'anor Adder, known to be easily disturbed by even light-footed elves. Their venom is both a critical threat and prized commodity -- though deadly to most upon full envenomation, smaller doses have been used to induce non-ischemic priapism, making it a valued sexual aid.

Well, never thought I'd land in Viagra Viper country, but I guess anything's possible under the auspices of some fucked up goddesses. Speaking of goddesses, do I have to make offerings to them? How does one offer things to the Dark, anyway? Do I throw some food into a bottomless pit? Meditate at midnight? Say a prayer before I ravish someone?

{You're not a priest of ours, so no formal prayer or offering is necessary. Fulfilling your duty is more than enough devotion for our sake.}

[But don't knock that pre-fuck prayer! It may not be necessary, but it sure sounds hot! Like every **** is an unholy threesome!]

{Some restraint, sister, please! Ahem! Go forth, Gnasha. Know that, so long as you maintain your path and seek to subjugate the Light, you will always be in our favor.}

[And if you do that prayer thing, you'll also be in our wet dreams! Well, mine, anyway; I doubt Mel lets herself have any fun even in her sleep.]

{Sister!}

Well, glad to clear that theological question up. It's so nice to actually get immediate answers from the divine (undivine?) instead of mulling over if this or that is in alignment with their wishes.

But enough philosophy; the day's not getting any longer. Pushing aside a branch, I see a form about 50 feet away. Humanoid, with silver hair down to the shoulders briefly interrupted by sharp ears. Svelte and lively; they're crouched, but I estimate a height of 5'8". Decent height. Wait a sec, exactly how tall am I? I was so excited about everything else, I didn't even bother measuring that. Now's not the time, though; knowledge after nutting.

I look over what must be my first elf. With their back to me hunched over that berry bush, I can hardly tell much about them. Gotta move even closer without spooking the slut. I step forward to close the distance, (1d20, stealth, 13 vs. 10, success) stopping behind a tree just 20 feet short of my ****-to-be. From here, it looks like I'm going after a woman. Fuck yes! I'd have accepted a dude, but I was already hoping to break out the bitch breaker on my first hunt. I lick my lips, lingering on my tusks as I look her over.

She's got a slight beauty to her, her small breasts just barely noticeable beneath her flowing green garment. Something between a dress and a tunic, cut off at the shoulders so that her smooth, milky skin is exposed to the air. It flows down much of her legs, occasionally clinging to her ass and outlining its taut but shapely curvature. She picks an orange berry from the bush, slightly squishing it between her fingers. Holding firm, she declares it fit for the harvest and lightly drops it in the basket. Picking the next berry, she finds it soft enough that it leaks its juices in her hands. As if by instinct, she immediately lowers her chin to her sticky hand, licking the trail of juice and nearly inhaling the berry. The instant it hits her tongue, she gives a giddy shudder.

Dragonberries are a commonly foraged fruit in Syl'anor Forest. Before fully ripening, the tougher berries are used it both wood elf cuisine and textile practices. Boiling dragonberries produces a fast-setting orange dye. Berries on the cusp of ripeness are at a nutritive peak and are incorporated into medicines, most commonly recuperative and stimulant potions. Overripe berries find less common usage due to their fragility, but are seen as an accessible pick-me-up by wood elf foragers while selecting more viable fruit.

Given rumors of higher promiscuity among foragers than most other occupations, there is speculation that overripe dragonberries temporarily increase the wood elf libido; these claims have yet to be corroborated under proper study and are considered apocrypha.

Forager girls get freakier than average? Wonder how often they have orgies out here in the woods before returning to their village. Speaking of orgies, I should probably determine if the elf is alone before I move on that ass. Raising my nose to the air, (ranger advantage, sniff test, 1d20, 5 vs. 10 or 14 vs. 10, success) I sniff specifically for the scent of other elves. The next closest sylvan slut is about 200 feet ahead. Perfect. She's alone. She's ****. She's mine.

I watch her diligently, waiting for the moment she sets that basket down. Wouldn't want to waster all her hard work in a reckless tackle when I could take it for myself. Waiting's not a problem, though; I'm surprisingly patient when it gets me what I want. Besides, I can work with just her scent for now -- the light sweat dripping from her brow, the saccharine juice staining her fingertips, the rich aroma of her stimulated pussy every time she swallows another dragonberry. Guess they're not just rumors.

After five minutes, she places her basket down for a quick stretch. I think I'll add some new stretches to her routine.