Restrained and confused

You are roused many hours later with a hand brushing against your face. When your eyes fully open, you are not greeted by Siora cuddling next to you. When you try to embrace her to return the snuggle, however, you are stopped by a cuff on your wrist. You look up and to your right, finding your wrist chained to the corner of the bed. You try to pull your other three limbs, but you find that your other wrist and both of your ankles are bound the same way. You look back at Siora, her face only a few inches from yours. She has a mischievous smirk on her face that tells you exactly what you are already suspecting - she put you in these restraints while you were sleeping!

"Hey, what's going on?" you ask, trying to avoid panicking. "Let me out of these cuffs!"

"Sorry Rosa, I can't do that. You're special, you know that? You are very important to me..." She takes a pause, gently caressing your cheek to reinforce her point. "I need to make sure you follow my plan exactly."

"But what if I don't want to go along with this 'plan' of yours?" you fire back.

"Now that just won't do," she retorts. "You see, elven society moves very slowly. Same people, day in and day out, for years. That's why Kela and I so often go out exploring outside the village. But since we're in the middle of the forest, we barely ever run into new people, much less anyone who wants to return to the village with us." She gets up off the bed and stands proudly at the foot of the bed, hands on her hips. "Say, Rosa, do you know much about how elves reproduce?"

You shake your head, too confused to form words at the moment.

Sufficed with your response, she begins pacing the room, eager to begin her explanation. "Well you see, for as long as we can remember, there have only been female elves." She pauses on this statement to look back at you, trying to gauge your reaction. "Though we live extremely long lives and remain fertile for hundreds of years, we need to mate with males of other species to reproduce." You raise an eyebrow at this statement. You know that some other sentient races have different courtship customs, but this seems fairly **** to you.

"You'd figure we could take over the world, right?" she continues. "Well, elven society is very isolationist. We don't multiply as fast as goblins, orcs, or even you humans do." You frown at the phrase "you humans", but she keeps going. "Did you know, elves are the oldest sentient race. So I began to wonder, what did we do before there were human men for us to fuck? Well, we don't usually tell non-elves this, but we have a spell that can let one of us mate with another elf. Want to see?"

You don't get a chance to respond before you hear a knock at the front door. The sound surprises Siora, who nearly jumps at the sudden distraction. She saunters over to small heap of dirty clothes in the corner and pulls out a pair of panties, which she stuffs in your mouth before she leaves. "Be good now," she says with a wink as she goes out to get the door.