Something will stop him...

Lex burst into a vast room hidden with the secret path and looked around panicked, trying to seek any possible way to help his dear friend. The chamber was extremely confusing as the ranger has never seen something like that before. Low tables were arranged in a circle next to every wall in the round room and every wall was covered with boards filled with many dwarf runes and complicated drawings. There were three ornate doors undoubtedly leading deeper into the mighty ruins, marked with rune signs. Also something that for one moment stopped the man - another statue, this time presenting something no one could expect there. A sculpture of pretty elf female, completely naked and quality of the work meant that someone really had to care about creating the most tempting presence they could - the material was really smooth and glossy and mixed with round plentiful shapes of the elf it was hard to not feel excitement or envy, depending on who would watch it. And the dynamic provocative pose was also not really helping, one hand of the statue placed in between her spread thighs, the other one on her slim neck, covered with veil of silver hair that seemed to be made with a material better suited to imitate it.

Usually Lex would stare at the lovely lady for longer moment and probably tried to stroke her but the situation was critical and he knew it. The half-elf instantly looked at the runes over the three doors. His proficiency with dwarfish wasn't too impressive but at this nervous moment the man was extremely glad he spent all those drunken nights with some dwarfs back then. And they all said those were terrible wastes of time! Thanks to them he managed to reliably identify the inscription saying something like "antielvish trap - entranace". The ranger started running toward the door but as his hand landed on the handle, something gripped his shoulder. He turned around only to have his back pushed against the door by the elvish goddess of sex, the moving statue with eyes filled with golden magic and the hair actually waving with her every movement. Before the archer could react in any way, the animated statue earnestly pressed him even harder as she moved closer, her perfect beautiful face getting closer until her burning lips met his own. He gasped, feeling the soft and smooth surface, not a cold and rough one he expected. He kissed her back, his eyes widening as he discovered the construct had even a really good imitation of tongue, soft wet thing pushed itself into his mouth. She couldn't help but grasp her with his willing hands, one embracing her back and the other one leading down until it grabbed her buttock. It was incredibly soft and felt completely like a real one. The elf closed his eyes and moaned, feeling the warm spreading in his body as the perfect elf was taking care of him, her hands starting unzipping his armour. It was delightful feeling but didn't he forgot about something?