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“Ok.” Is all you say quietly and slip through the door to the left. It opens into a long dark hall lit only by a few thick candles along the walls. The wood floor creeks and groans as you make your way to the end, checking each door as you go for the correct room. Finally the last room in the line is yours. With a loud click, the key unlocks the door and you step into the darkness of the room. Using the little light from the hall, you are able to find a candle in the room and use one of the ones in the hall to light it. The room is very simple, and surprisingly clean. All there is in the room is a small bed and an even smaller table. The bed is a simple wooden frame with a rather large pile of blankets on it. The table beside it holds a metal cup and a wooden bowl, but you can't see any water. “So where am I supposed to take a shit?” Looking around, you decide there must be some kind of communal bath area. Taking the key you step back out into the hall and head back toward the front to see if any doors do not have a number on them. It doesn't take any time really as the one right across the hall is unmarked, and unlocked. Pushing it open you see what is obviously a rather simple outhouse like toilet, and a large wooden tub with what seems to be a faucet above it like a shower. “Wow, I wasn't expecting that.” Smelling your own stinky pits, you waste no time going back into your room and stripping naked, using the smallest blanket on the bed as a towel to cover your junk, and race back into the bathroom. It takes only seconds before you are in the high walled tub, pulling the little rope, and soaking wet. “Oh god this is the best.” Rubbing yourself all over, you are finally able to get clean, and really get a sense of what you have become. After whatever magic worked you over, you can now see that you aren't exactly human. Judging by what you have read in fantasy, you are pretty sure you are an elf. Your ears are slightly pointed, the first big clue, and you are slender as hell. At the same time, you are curved and a bit padded in just the right places to make you sexy as hell. Then there is the only oddity, your cock. With your tits, ass, long legs, slender torso, sexy feminine face, and the way you move, you are clearly a woman, yet you have a pretty good sized cock. “So was it the tentacle monster, fucking all of those men in the ritual, or the potion that did this. I wasn't this feminine when I got here?” You ask aloud as you stroke your lovely breasts under the flowing water. This causes your cock to rise and unable to resist, you grip it with your slender hands and stroke it. With your right hand, you pinch and pull at your right nipple, as it just seems to want to be pulled, sending waves of pleasure through you, all the wile as your left works your meat with long slow strokes. The pressure builds, as you get more and more into it, shifting your hand so your thumb and forefinger are at the base of the shaft, and gripping your meat with ****, pulling away from your body, and down, the warm water coursing down your spine as your knees buckle a bit and your other hand grips the wall of the tub as you finally milk a spasm and spurt after spurt of sticky cum mixes with the water in the tub below you, as you realize your foot is covering the small drain. “Oh god.” You exclaim as your body stops shuddering, you step off of the hole, and watch the sticky mess swirl out of sight as it makes it's way down the drain. Taking this moment, you then hop out and use the toilet before returning to the now empty tub to finally get yourself completely clean. Finally finished you hop out, quickly dry, for the most part, and open the door to go back to your room.