Jaina the elf ranger

The dragon opens his mouth wide, showing you a throat brightening with magic flames.

You move a step back, ready to be burned to a crisp by the fire… but an arrow hits the beast right into the opened mouth. You turn your head to the right: a figure, covered with a green hood has appeared on a pillar. It’s armed with a bow and It’s nocking an arrow.

The growls, turning to the mysterious presence, but the arrow hits it in the right eyes.

Then… it’s just… madness.

The dragon unleashes all its fury, spitting firebreath or attacking with its claws, but the figure moves like a dancing ghost, disappearing and appearing in another point of the room, shooting waves of arrows.

Not a single arrow misses a vital spot of the dragon, whose scaly armour is useless before such sharpshooting skills.

In the end, blinded and bleeding from dozens of small wounds, she dragon falls on the floor, exhaling it’s last breath.

The figure materializes before it. It removes her hood, revealing a cute feminine face with delicate features and long, black hair.

And a couple of pointy ears.

The elf moves a hand on her heart and whisper.

“****…”

She turns at you, like she is noticing you for the first time. You blink and she is on you, her hands moving on your naked body.

You blush.

“H-hey… what are you doing?”

“You aren’t wounded. Good.” She stops touching you. She bites her lips as she notices your naked cock, but shrugs and looks into your eyes. “Who are you and what are you doing in the lair of an evil dragon?”