You begin walking briskly to the half naked elf as the doorway closes behiend you, not wanting to give him a chance to react or cast a spell.
"Who-" He begins in a musical light voice, but then you've reach him and he drops his shirt in surprise, trying to step back and finding the mantle of his fireplace pressed against his back. His jaw keeps working you but you lean in close, trying to crowd his senses with your musk, to make him gulp it in. It seems to work and he sways on his feet, almost drunkenly while his pupils dilate. He shakes his head, clearly trying to make his mind focus, but you give him no chance, leaning down to press your mouth against his neck. Your scent overcomes his willpower and he presses his palms into your bare chest, throwing back his head to moan as you kiss his pretty pale neck.
Your cock now stands at full attention, having pushed past your loincloth to stand at full attention. Grinning, you step back and drop into a chair languidly, stroking your huge cock- almost nine inches now that it's fully hard and almost as thick the elf's forearm- and raise your eyebrow while thumbing the head.
He inhales sharply and for a moment hesitates. You feel a sudden stab of fear. Is he breaking free?
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