As if you would say no to an elf.

“Fine, let me get dressed.” You can hardly believe you are saying it, but all of the games you have played in your life makes the idea of a real elf just to much to pass up. “ Do I need to bring a weapon or something?” You ask.

She shakes her head. “The portal that I used won’t let any non living matter from this realm to pass, anything else will fall on the ground at the entrance. Don’t worry I have a bag on the other side with the stuff the oracle sent for you.” You aren’t exactly sure what all that means but you just put on some tennis shoes and head out in your pajamas. You almost have to run to keep up to her, walking she moves as fast as you do jogging.

Finally she stops and you are able to fully catch up to her. As you do you bump into a glowing black disk you couldn't see till it was right there. “Whaaaaaaaaa......” You howl and hear your voice trialing off as the world goes completely black.

When you wake up you are lying on the ground in some kind of thick forest. Overhead a clutch of several trees block out most of the light. Bolting upright you also see you are naked and sitting on a fur bedroll. Your eyes quickly scan the area around you and see a nice campfire a second bedroll, and a full looking bag you are sure is a waterskin of the type found in every medieval role playing game. The sound of water rushing as if out of a hose behind you causes you to spin around to see the cause of the noise. The second you do you can't help but blush. The elf is about ten feet behind you, one hand on her hip, the other on that huge horse cock, taking a healthy piss. Staring far to long at her massive cock, you can't help but think she must have simply broken that redhead. It is clearly fifteen inches long and no less then four inches thick. “Holy fuck that is huge.” The second you say it you regret it.

“You think?” She says giving it a shake before allowing it to hide behind her rather small skirt. “If you want a closer look, I suppose you can.” She says and walks over to you. “Want to touch it?” She asks as she arrives at the edge of your bedroll, so she is effectively standing above you.