Recall a previous encounter

Chet's cock immediately became hard at the last of the sleeping elf. Especially as the memory of his last encounter with her entered the forefront of his mind. Recalling the encounter with this elven princess back in the Walled city, the city he calls home.

After a hard day of prowling the streets, looking for easier targets to relive them of their wallets. Chet felt the urge all men do, the liquid seed in his ball sacks needed to be planted. Preferably in the fertile womb of a pretty wench.

'Who knows how many streets rats there are, and who knows how many are mine?' he chuckled to himself. Chet like all men had a hobby, though his hobby was very different than most men. His hobby was to make as many babies as he possibly could, with willing or unwilling women as he could stick his cock in. 'I like to call to my bastard as street rats' he thought to himself. After he was a street rat growing, though it's been a couple of year since he was child. For scum like Chet, the only legacy he will ever have are the bastards he sires on women.

And it doesn't matter who these poor unfortunate women are. Whores, taverns wenchs, refugees, if she can reproduce Chet will have her. A life of crime, survival and **** is the unfortunate fate for most of the 'street rats' that are born from Chet's loins.

With his wallet heavier than ever, due to all the wealthy visitors stopping in the city for this big convention to deal with so called Demon king. Chet decide to treat himself to a treat. Tempted to try his luck at bagging himself a higher tier of woman than he was used to. A type of woman he's never been able to fuck, a female adventurer.

'There are so many more adventurers than usual in the city recently' Chet noted 'Especially more female adventurers' he thought, eyeing a few female adventurers walking passed him.

Compared to the usual city whores Chet was used to fucking. 'These adventures have tits that were perkier, waists that were thinner, hips that were wider, their belly flat and toned. Well flat and toned for now' he lewdly thought. 'And of course each female adventurer seemed beautiful in their own way. Perhaps that beauty will be passed on to one of my little street rat waiting in my loins' It wasn't uncommon for scum like Chet to get lucky with these female adventurers every now and then.

Though Chet hasn't had much luck yet, perhaps that will change tonight. The thought of forever tainting one of those haughty bitches; who always refuse him no matter how much money he offered them for a single night. Even the tought of sowing his lowly oats inside one of them, was almost enough for Chet to cream himself. Thankfully, Chet knows where to bag himself a adventurer. At the 'lucky coin' tavern, located just outside the noble quarters, which caters specifically for adventurers. Usually a man dressed like him would be thrown out and kicked in the head for good measure. Though with the large flux of people coming in and out, it wasn't hard for Chet to seek by in the crowd.

Once in, the scoundrel kept his eyes peeled for the unfortunate adventuring trollop he planned on gifting a little street rat to. Preferably severely drunk, especially good looking and most importantly on their own. Prowling around the noisy tavern, unnoticed among the crowd of drunk partying adventurers. It was hard to find a lass that fits the last criteria.

Until, Chet looked up at upper floors of the tavern. Spotting an extremely beautiful elven woman sitting by herself, nobody else on that floor but her. Looking down on the large crowd of adventures surrounding him, with a glazed look in her stunning green eyes. 'I've never been able to afford a elf but looks like I'm getting lucky tonight' he thought lustfully.

Nabbing two full tankards from an unsuspecting tavern wench tray, Chet stalked his way up to his prey. Now adventurers, even the female ones were strong, far stronger than Chet so he decided to even the playing field. So to deal with any issues, he plans to spike the drink he's gonna give to the elf girl with a powerful aphrodisiac he nabbed from the brothels he frequents. Able to light a fire in the loins of even the most frigid girl, whores use this to get their cunts gushing wet quickly. But he also spiked the drink with a second potion, Chet knows very well from personal experience that adventurer more often than not, can use magic. This second potion he got, which costed weeks worth of coins to get is able to temporaily disrupts one's ability to use magic.

He mixed the potion into one of the tankard of beer, before making his way upstairs. Spotting the elf adventurer sitting by her lonesome, looking over the crowd, bored and apathetic. 'I got a gift in my pants that will cheer you up elfy' he grinned to himself.

"Hey there beautiful. Looking lonely there" he greeted with a fake cheer, approaching the lone elf.

The elf girl glared half heartedly at him, her eyes reflected only disdain at the site of him. As if he was a lowly bug to be stomped on. Her eyes warning him to back off, but was unable to really focus on Chet, in part due to **** in her system. Chet felt embolden by this 'I wonder if she will still have that look on her eyes when she's cleaning my cock in the morning'. He could feel his cock start to stiffened and harden.

Placing the spiked tankard of beer in front of her and giving his most charming smile, as he sat in a chair across her. "A drink for the living embodiment of the gods' beauty." He started off strong by complimenting her.

'Given the quality of her clothes, she's clearly of higher ranking than most adventurers. Appealing to the pride of nobles always works' Though her elven face was stunningly beautiful, flustered red no doubt from the copious **** she's consumed, even he could see the wealth and extravagance in the clothes the elf girl was wearing. 'Though hopefully she won't be wearing anything later tonight' he thought, trying his hardest not to look down her dress.

"Forgive my boldness, though lowly scum like me should only admire you from afar I couldn't help but notice you've run out of beer to drink" he laid on the flattery, and if the pleased look in her eye was any indication, he was on the right path.

"You know you're place humannn. A refreshiinng sight.." her voice was like honey on wind. Sweet and delicious to hear despite her slurred speech. 'I wonder what sounds comes out her mouth she cums?' he mentally questioned.

"And may this lowly human know the name of this goddess he speaks to?"

"Allisaaa..."

"A beautiful name for a beautiful woman"

"Hmm.."

"Would you do me the great honour of cheers?" Chet lifted his tankard up to Allisa.

Eying his tankard with a look of disgust, she nonetheless picked up the spiked tankard.

"Cheers!" They both proclaimed, him with false enthusiasm and her with a **** tone. Clinking their tankards together before taking a swing of their drinks. Though Chet took only a slip as he watched with a satisfied smile the elf girl took gulp after gulp of the aphrodisiac tainted beer. Drinking it all in one go "BURPPP!!" She let out a loud belch.

"Godssss... if mother saw me right now she would... would canned my hide" the Allisa muttered to herself. As Chet moved his chair closer to the distracted elf girl, able to wrap an arm around the Allisa's shoulder "Well your mother isn't here is she?"

Instead of answering, the pretty elf glared at Chet with glazed over eyes . While Chet merely smiled as charmingly as he could back. Sighing loudly, Allisa turned her eyes away from Chet as if he wasn't worth any effort to remove from her body.

"If I may give you another gift" Chet whispered into her knife like ears, watching her twitch from the breath of his voice.

"Whaaat?" She bluntly asked, struggling to pay much attention to the suspicious man with an arm wrapped around her shoulder.

"It's a tradition here in the city, for visitors and passers-by to either take or leave something from this city. A tradition of good will and faith between all races" Chet continued to whisper into Allisa's ear, as the she-elf glanced towards Chet, confused.

"I've... not heard of any such traditiiiooon.." she arrogantly denied.

"It's a tradition shared among common people" Chet countered.

"A tradition... that does not involve me then!" Allisa all but confirming her noble roots.

"True, but I would be greatly honoured to partake in the tradition with you" Chet said, putting as much deference as he could into his voice.

"Hmm.." Allisa pondered for a few good seconds before relenting. "Very well... What would you give then?" She turned her face to look Chet directly in the eyes.

"Once I tell. You must accept. Those who do not accept are said to be cursed by the spirit of the city" Chet theatrically warned.

Rolling her eyes "...Speeaak...".

Pulling Allisa closer "I wish to give you a night of wanton pleasure" Chet whispered lewdly.

Immediately Allisa tried to push Chet away, but he kept an iron gripe on her with his arm around her "Noo! I... I will not sully myself with a dirty human!" She attempted to get up but copious **** she drank has left the elven girl dazed and weakened, keeping her rooted to her chair

'The aphrodisiac should kick in right about now' Chet mentally counted down the second till he could get some hot elf pussy.

And indeed it did. Slowly he watched her face become redder and hotter by the second. Allisa slowly started squirming as she attempt to break away from Chet, however the biting her lips as he spied her rubbing her thighs together clued Chet in on the effect the aphrodisiac is having on Allisa.

Gritting out "What...did.you.. do?" She questioned.

Playing innocent "I did warn you, the spirit of the city has decided to curse you Allisa for rejecting my gift" Chet's voice full of false concern, conflating the made up story he came up with with the aphrodisiac rampaging through the elf's body.

"Don't... Use my... Name" she gritted out, every word a struggle as she tried to remain poise and still. But Chet could tell she wanted nothing more than rub her little clit till she could drown a man in her juices.

"How... do I get... this to.. stop" she gritted out the words.

"Only by accepting my gift will it end" Chet smirked in the face of the furious elf.

"...FINE" She begrudgingly agreed.

Wasting no time, Chet used the hand he had across Allisa shoulders to grip her chin. Turning her face to face him as he pushed forwards. His rough, scab covered lips pressed against her smooth lips. Hungrily kissing the shocked elf, who remained motionless before reluctantly returning the kiss. 'Her lips tastes fresh fruits' Chet noted happily, as the kiss evolved into twisting and interlock his tongue with hers. Chet moved his hand onto Allisa's leg, slipping underneath her short dress as his dirty hand slowly moving up her thigh.

Chet was pleasantly surprised to find a lack of underwear as his brushed past her pubic hair. 'Nice!' he mentally cheered. She attempted to stop Chets's hand from approaching her womanhood but found herself to weak to do anything. Not even able to stop the small moans of pleasure that slipped out of her mouth despite her wishes as Chet's flithy finger brushed against the wet dripping lips of her elven pussy.

Quickly finding the elf girls swollen little clit. Chet's finger quickly went to work on Allisa's swollen nub; even slipping in a finger into the elf girl's pussy "Is that a hymen I'm feeling?" Chet questioned with a lewd grinned, excited to have a virgin on his hand. Though before Allisa could reply, her body started seizing up as waves of pleasure washed over her body, with the elf finally finding her first climax of the night. However Chet did not stop at one climax, he kept going delivering multiple orgasms to the elf girl .The sound of partying adventurers below masking the sounds of climaxing moans from this slutty elf.

Once he was done, he savoured the taste of Allisa's love juice on his finger,. Grinning proudly at the dazed near **** elf in his arms with a large puddle of her pussy juices pooling by her feet "Well Allisa, I think it's time for both of us to get going to somewhere more private" He whispered into the elf of the dazed elf, who could only grunt and moan in response "The night is still young and I still have still yet to fully give you my gift" He chuckled to himself.

However before he could escape away with the elf girl. An angry voice shouted out."Hey! What ya doing with our friend?!" Chet turned his head, just in time for a vicious punch to face knocking him out cold. Chet would wake up the next day, in cold wet alley unsure if what had happened was but some fever dream. It wasn't until days later, during a crowded speech given by the Hero Roland, as Chet was picking pockets and stealing purses that he saw behind the hero. The adventurer elf girl Allisa, staring out at the crowded with conceal disdain. Learning that she was a elf princess, invoked a sense of pride in Chet. This scum of society, only concern about spreading his little bastards around like a disease was able to turn such a uptight haughty princess into a squirting little slut.

But then followed, anger that he missed out on gifting Allisa's precious royal womb one of his street rats. With the hope he could finally finish what he start, he tagged long the expedition as one of the countless faceless camp followers, hoping to get close to elf princess again.

And now though, it seems like fate is smiling down on him. Seeing the same elf girl, sleeping undefended , completely at his mercy.

"Well it looks like I'll get another chance at some fun"