No, it's just beginning!

"Are you hungry?" You hear as she crouches down and meets your face on equal level. She has an expression that you recognize now, it's one of concern and compassion. Her brow is bent upwards and centering on the center of her broad forehead. Her wet eyes seem to reflect sparkles of light even more than before, almost as if she is going to cry. Why would such a noble creature cry for a helpless little whelp like you?

You nod your head without raising it and sniffle loudly, whimpering, playing your helpless card until it turns to ash.

"Help me build a fire and we can share this game. Can you do that?" You raise your head once more and stare at your rescuer through tear clouded eyes. "Yes! Me help you miss!" Your smile beams so wide your dry lips crack and begin to slightly bleed, but you don't care about that, you want to eat and help this beautiful woman build a fire the likes of which she's never seen!

Around 20 minutes later you've single-handedly gathered enough firewood and detritus to build a nicely sized fire! While you were gathering the needed fuel, you would steal glances at the Elf and admire her posture, her calm and figure. She either had amazing genetics or she worked very hard to achieve such amazing definition to her body. She finished cleaning and preparing the rabbit corpse for breakfast and had laid out the pieces of raw meat on a nearby rock. When she finished she sat on another boulder with her legs crossed and cleaned, polished and inspected her prized bow. You could feel her eyes on your back every now and then as you would walk away to find more wood for the fire. It was a nice feeling to finally talk to someone nice, and to get food, but there was always a gnawing thought in your mind that you were not out of danger yet.

Upon returning with the last armful of fuel, you looked to your new "friend" as if to non-verbally ask for further instructions.

"You've don't well my little helper. So what do I call you hmmm?" Her legs switched sides as she asked the question, her eyes never separating from yours.

"What you mean miss- miss- mistress?" You find it an opportune time to establish your role in this new relationship, letting this woman know that you belong to her now.

"Mistress? Oh you silly little thing, I don't want to own you. Here, come sit down next to me." With that, she moved a little to the side on the rock she was sitting on and placed her now un-gloved hand right next her her thigh.

Her intent seemed to be genuine, but you were still a bit wary of being close to such a deadly person. Her smile did the trick in disarming your apprehension a bit and you slowly inched forward, your eyes planted firmly at the back of her alabaster hand. You stop at rock she is sitting on and wait for a sign of displeasure.

"Come on, don't be shy little guy. If I wanted to hurt you, I would have done so by now." You take your eyes from her delicate hand and look into her eyes again. She looks down at you slightly with an expression of frankness and cordiality. You think better of playing games with her and you quickly spin around and plant your bottom right on top her hand... Your sudden action wasn't without its shortsightedness. You didn't realize until it was too late to change course that you had gone without any loincloth or undergarment for the last 2 nights after a branch stole them from you. Your testicles now found themselves resting comfortably on top of the soft slim hand of this Elf babe.

The warmth of her hand was too much for you and your self awareness completely left you as well as your common sense. So you sat there, and neither of you moved...

"Can I have my hand back?" Quipped the woman seated next to you. Her question snaps you out of your reverie as you finally come to your senses and jump from the boulder with a shriek.

"Me sorry miss! Me not think good right now!" Your hands are placed in a reverential gesture at your breast as your legs quake underneath you.

The woman chuckled and placed her left hand to her lips as she stifles her laughter. _That was the hand you put your balls on! _What is the deal with this lady? She doesn't seem to care at all about what you are, what you look like, how you smell or even what body part she touches.

"Don't worry little guy, you can come sit by me still." Her left hand is right back where she left it a second ago, almost giving you no option but to sit on it again! You don't see the harm in attempting it again and you walk forward with a bit more confidence this time (you did just get to 2nd base accidentally).