She owes you. (Corruption)

Dark thoughts find their way back into your mind and you briefly wonder what that could mean. Ever since you decided to **** Mila earlier today you feel your morals darken. But the elve owes you something for your troubles, right? You saved her life after all and there are a few ways she can thank you right here, right now.

You make your way over to the still body, getting a better look. The blood slowly pooling on the ground and dirt on her body don't take away any beauty, is she a virgin you wonder? Mila was a really good fuck, with a similar build except for the muscles the elves should be the same.

Without speaking you use your foot to push her on her back, getting a grunt of pain for your troubles. As if only now registering your presence the woman looks up, some heat mixed with the hurt in her eyes. You are getting annoyed now, what's with that look? Ungrateful bitch.

"I just saved your life, don't give me that look. Be grateful that this is all I want as payment."

You say more to yourself than her, already kneeling down and running your hands over her body, one finding its way between her legs, the other one groping one breast. You are not sure if the elve even understands what you are saying, does she even speak common? The girl does however open her mouth to reply, before stilling when your hands touch her flesh.

Now there is a new emotion in that gaze, fear. She tries to struggle a bit when one of your fingers enters her body, slowly going in and out, but with the blood loose and exhausting fight earlier, it's token resistance at best. The next couple of minutes are filled with whimpering and low moans as you prepper her body for what is to happen next.

And she knows what's going to happen, the fear now replaced with acceptance, any fight completely leaving her. That's right, what can she do after all? You pull one of your hands back to unfasten your pants, already moving in position between her spread legs, your other hand telling you the elve is ready, or as ready as she will get.

Freeing your sizeable cock you line up and ram it in without second thought. You took your time with Mila because you were in the safety of your home, but in the middle of a forest? No chance, better quickly finish this up. The woman for her part cries out in pain and starts to thrash around again.

Both of your hands find her neck, tightly squeezing to shut her up, instantly getting her body to calm down again. You see tears starting to form, but you don't care. Start slowly, pulling out before hitting back in, you savor the feeling of the tight space around your cock.

You can't go back to whores in the future, that's for sure, the two women you have been with today were heavenly, the current one even more so. Maybe it's a race thing? Elves are said to all be beautiful, maybe they were made for this? You heard there are **** markets in the bigger cities, with elves and beastkin the most sought after.

You can see why, now losing all restraint and pushing yourself again and again inside as fast as you can. The elve for her part moved her head to the side at some point, only letting out the occasional moan of pleasure, or grunt of pain. Her wound seems to get worse now without anything stopping the blood from flowing, her skin getting paler by the minute.

But you are too lost in pleasure to register any of that, continuing your ****, milking her body for what it's worth. What follows is half an hour of moans and slapping of flesh against flesh, before you let loose one last drawn-out moan, burying yourself completely inside, cumming into her very core.

Spend you fall over, covering her body with yours. One of your hands idly finds her head, moving it enough to capture her lips. You found you liked kissing when you did it spontaneously with Mila, your current partner to out of it to resist, even opening her mouth when your tongue tries to prod it open, the flavor earthly, reminding you of nature.

A short makeout later you stand up, straightening out your clothes, slightly annoyed at the big spot of blood now decorating your leather chest piece. Walking over to the basin of water you wash it as best as you can, erasing as much blood and dirt as you can. Humming contently, you check your gear before making your way back to camp, elve seemingly completely forgotten in a pool of her own blood and your semen.

This wound up to be a good night.