You try to say the words of apology.

You say embarrassedly: “Forgive me... I just... It seemed to me that...”

The elf interrupts your clumsy words: “You don’t need to worry. I don't mind you keeping me company. Your unexpected visit will only help me diversify my leisure time and help me achieve my main goal..."

You fearfully ask, “What do you mean? What does it mean to “achieve the main goal”?

The elf laughs. His laughter is quiet and melodious.

He says: “The main goal is to achieve pleasure. I realized a long time ago that everything else in this world is meaningless... There is meaning only in pleasures. Only they will help you detach yourself from the sad inevitability of existence... May I know your name, uninvited guest?

You answer: “My name is Jerome...”

The elf says: “Welcome to my humble temporary home, Jerome! My name is Veleon Nelire. I see that there is something in common between us... In particular, I see that one of your parents was a representative of the elven peoples... But we are clearly united not only by this..."

You timidly ask, “Are you an elven noble?”

Veleon replies with a slight grin, “Perhaps some of the expensive luxury items in this cabin gave you that idea. Like my underwear... I have to dispel this assumption, no matter how flattering it may be for me. I do not have noble status. And none of my relatives are nobles. However, from the point of view of financial situation, I am a fairly rich person. I trade some expensive and "confidential" goods..."

You want to ask something else. But you don't have time to say a word.

The elf quickly and gracefully approaches you closely.

His charming face moves closer to yours. His plump lips touch yours. His tongue reaches inside your mouth. Long passionate kiss.

You would like to shrink away. But you can't bring yourself to do it. The touches of this elf give you a strange pleasure that penetrates every part of your body. You feel pleasantly relaxed.

Veleon’s frivolous words reach your ears: “Enough of boring conversations, Jerome... You and I should now do something more fun...”

You smell a strange aroma...

The reason for this is that the elf brought to your nostrils that same crystal bottle with some kind of light pinkish, oily liquid.

You instinctively take a deep breath...

You inhale the vapors of the substance that is inside the bottle...

A pleasant, stimulating aroma that gives your body heavenly pleasure. You seem to forget about all your problems, the pain of your wounds first dulls and then disappears. Impulses of heat flood your body. You feel increasing excitement and a yearning desire for sexual satisfaction.

Your mind demands that you stop the absurdity that is happening and urgently leave this cabin. But higher up the body enjoys what is happening. The voice of reason is getting weaker every second...

The elf hugs you and gently kisses you just below your left ear.

His feminine, languid voice sounds like an element of the best music of this world: “Forget about problems, Jerome... There is only pleasure... There is only what is happening now... There is no past, no future... There is only the present... And your most important goal is to get the maximum pleasure here and now..."

You feel weak in your knees. The elf takes your right hand and leads you to his bed. You follow him limply.

Veleon makes you sit on the bed. He sits down with you. He starts to undress you. The elf removes one item of clothing from your body after another. Shirt, chain mail, belt and scabbard with a dagger, pants, loincloth, your shoes. All your clothes fall carelessly onto the cabin floor. You are sitting on the bed completely naked.

The elf carefully examines your body. His thin and gentle fingers gently massage your aroused nipples. You just whimper weakly from pleasure.

Veleon smiles contentedly and says: “You have an excellent, feminine body, Jerome! You are so beautiful that few men can resist the power of your charm!

Your cheeks turned slightly red at the compliments.

Veleon notices your bandaged wounds on your arm and leg. He frowns and says: “You shouldn’t have risked your beauty... Battles and risks are what real males are meant to do... Remember that you should be a feminine source of pleasure! Trust everything else to real men..."

You are about to argue something. However, the elf again brings the crystal bottle to your nose. You again inhale vapors of a strange substance.

After that, only one dominant thought remains in your mind: “I want... I want sex... More sex... I want my body to be consumed by sexual pleasure... I want to have orgasms... Over and over again...”

Your body is engulfed in the feverish heat of sexual desire. Your legs are shaking. You feel weakness permeating your body.

Therefore, you obediently allow the elf to do with your body what he sees fit.

Veleon takes out some clothes from a small nightstand next to his bed. Upon careful examination, it becomes clear to you that this is luxurious white silk lingerie. Silk stockings, miniature women's panties, silk bra.

The elf forces you to put each of these elements of women's underwear on your body. The touch of silk fabric against your smooth skin only increases your level of sexual arousal.

Veleon hugs you and whispers in your ear: “Now you look like an adorable half-elf girl! It's so cool! You like it, don't you, Jerome? Is not it?"

You nod your head. You find it difficult to control your emotions. Tears of pleasure begin to flow from your eyes...

The elf continues to whisper in a seductive voice: "Great! You're a good girl, Jerome! You really love being a girl... Your body is designed for you to be a girl... Your pathetic little pseudo-penis is a sissy clit... You love being a girl for strong men... You are a beautiful girl who loves big dicks... Repeat these words after me, Jerome!"

Tears continue to flow from your eyes. You obediently repeat: "I’m a girl... I love being a girl... I don’t have a penis... I only have a sissy clitoris... My feminine body is designed to please real men... I’m a girl who loves the big dicks of real men..."

Veleon kisses you again. Your lips were flushed from his kisses. The elf's fingers pinch your nipples. You make feminine moans. It would seem that you might be outraged by such unceremonious treatment. But you are just enjoying what is happening now.