Yep, you're definitely in heaven

“Are you an angel?” you whisper softly, your throat still parched. The beauty before is unlike anything you’ve ever seen, no elf has ever come to your small mountain town. The drow laughs, her flowing white locks tossing about her head as she does so.

She walks towards the bed, drawing up a chair. “No dear traveler, I’m very real.” her massive tits are almost completely exposed to you, and it takes a considerable amount of effort not to reach out and touch them.

Trying to distract yourself, you attempt to make conversation. “Where am I?” you ask, still confused as to why you’re in a bed.

The drow eagerly answers you, her eyes shining. “You’re in the village of Dichocai, traveler, where I make my home.” You nod, wracking your brain for any knowledge of this place and finding nothing.

“I’m afraid I’ve never heard of it” you reply sheepishly, somewhat embarrassed at not being familiar with the hometown of your presumed saviour. The drow doesn’t take offense, thankfully, merely giving a small laugh.

“That’s not a surprise, honey, we don’t get many visitors out here.” She places her hand on your forehead, a move which causes her tits to be pressed right up in your face. You feel yourself getting a massive erection, which you unsuccessfully try to will down as not to offend your host.

“You were almost frozen when we found you last night” the drow intones, seemingly satisfied that you’re not ill, “what caused a young man like yourself to be all alone on the outskirts of our village?”

“I was lost” you reply nervously, not wanting to give away that you were a bandit. You don’t know how the townspeople would react if they found out, and you don’t care much for risking your life to find out.

Thankfully, the motherly drow seems to accept your vague excuse without question. “Oh! How horrible, the idea of getting lost terrifies me so.” A look of genuine worry sits on her face. “You must be tremendously brave, getting lost and soldiering on like you did.”

You blush slightly at the unearned compliment, happy to receive a compliment from the busty woman. “You must be starving, having been outside for so long, I’ll have my daughter bring you something to eat.”

“That would be very kind of you” you reply, hunger rearing itself once more at the promise of food.

The drow seems to hum at your compliment, a happy look on her face. Suddenly, she seems to have an epiphany.

“Oh! I suppose you must be a guest of mine then!” You nod, unsure as to wear she’s leading. “Then I should give you the guest’s privilege! Silly me, I should have done that when you awoke.”

You briefly wonder what the ‘guest’s privilege’ is, but your questions are soon answered. The drow bends forward and presses her lips against yours, drawing you into a passionate, lustful kiss.

Your lie almost completely still, in shock as this beautiful woman kisses you, her tits pressed against your chest. Eventually she withdraws, and you reluctantly let her go.

“I’ll see to your meal then” she says, and she leaves the room, leaving you with a renewed erection and considerable confusion.