Eilwy tries to persuade him

Dirk shuffled uncomfortably, blushing. "I don't... I mean, I..."

"Oh hurry up before I change my mind," Eilwy snapped impatiently. "I'm offering you a gift. Consider it a reward for your actions when we first met." Eilwy paused. "Look, if you're scared you could always tie her hands together. Use her wrist cuffs." Eilwy tossed the cuffs to Dirk, who caught them easily.

"You wouldn't DARE!" Valleria breathed, stepping backwards and instinctively (but ineffectively) covering her little breasts with one arm and her neat thatch of pubic hair with the other. Dirk couldn't believe that only minutes earlier the dark elf been so frightening. Now she just looked... well, cute.

Dirk licked his lips. "Its just... I mean..."

"Oh come on! She wasn't showing you any mercy, was she? Soil her and send her away with her tail between her legs." Eilwy paused and continued in a soft, persuasive purr: "She'll probably like it, anyway. Dark elves love to make out that they're hard and wicked, but their pussies are just as wet and sensitive and tight as their woodland cousins. Get her on her back and you'll see! You'll have her moaning in no time. She'll love it."

Valleria hissed, "I'll get you Black Reaver, if it's the last thing I ever do!", but Eilwy just smiled at her sweetly.

Dirk hesitated again. His cock was stiff and sore in his britches. The wrist cuffs swung slightly in the breeze, and as they clanked he came to a decision.