Save the Girl

Your father didn’t raise you to abandon those weaker than you. Plus, what’s life without a little challenge?

Raising your axe and letting out a primal war cry, you charge the beast. It quickly swivels towards you and starts charging back. It looks something like a mix between a bear and a wildcat, but bigger.

It leaps at you from impossibly far away. It’s fast, but you have enough time to turn to the side and bring your axe up to intersect the arc of the jump. You feel your sharp blade score against its flesh, and you almost lose your grip as the beast’s momentum carries your axe with it. You also feel a sharp pain along your left thigh; you must not have moved quickly enough.

Landing awkwardly, and bleeding from the flank, the bear-cat-thing screams a high pitched yowl and immediately turns to come at you again. The wound doesn't seem to have slowed it down at all, and on your injured leg you're not sure you can pull the same maneuver.

Adrenaline sharpens your mind and hardens your muscles. Thinking quickly, this time you wait until the last possible second, then flatten yourself backwards, raising your axe above you as you fall. The creature flies over you, exposing its **** belly to your weapon. Roaring, you slam your weapon into its soft flesh, eviscerating it as it goes past.

By the time its body lands, the beast is clearly dead.

Breathing heavily, you turn towards the girl you rescued, and you finally have a chance to get a good look at her as she cautiously approaches you. She has a delicate face; large, luminous eyes that seem to shimmer between blue and purple, a small nose, pale skin with a dusting of freckles. Her mouth is small, but framed by plump lips that are turned down into a concerned frown. Her hair is long, fine, and silver, and drapes down to her slender hips; though it's a bit disheveled, it still gleams with a faint shine.

As your combat adrenaline turns to sexual desire, you become increasingly aware of her body, which is draped only in what looks like white silk. It exposes one shoulder and her long neck, and clings to her lush breasts. With a start, as she nears you, you notice that her ears are elongated backwards, and pointed! You'd heard tales of elves before, but everybody assumed they were long gone from your world.

She's close enough to smell, now. Floral and sweet but a hint of something deeper, like soil after the rain. It's a lush aroma and you are struggling to control your lust. This girl...elf...is gorgeous, and you're using all your willpower to resist your Candarr and not just throw her to the ground and start pounding her.

This distracts you from the fact that her left hand has started glowing. She's here, now, and is not looking at your face, but at your wound. It's bleeding moderately heavily, and she touches you with her glowing hand. The pain immediately recedes, but all you can think about is how that pale hand, with its long, delicate fingers, is merely inches from your rapidly hardening cock.

Your willpower breaks, and your animal mind takes over. You must have this beautiful creature.