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Every day in the life of an elven male is always spent in subservience. Second-guessing your place after all this time would do more harm than good. Your fat, jiggly ass and plump dick-sucking lips have decided your path in life as an obedient **** to the desires of the monsters who want to use your appetizingly pink holes for their own pleasure. But, of course, your dicklette was locked up by your wife long ago, so you can only rely on the stimulation of your ass and pounding of your prostate for any hope of a pitiful orgasm.

So far in the dungeon, your time has been spent with your legs spread and your cage flopping in sync with the thrusting hips of whatever creature is lodged inside of your body. The suckling and squelching noises remind you of when your wife used her artificially crafted dick to put your own puny cock to shame. She would get you on your back and slam the tops of her thighs into the bottoms of yours in a mating press to drive her strapon deep into your confines, causing your thoughts to wash away in the throes of a satisfying fuck. You’ve always wished that you could give her that same feeling, but you know that your manhood is too small to accomplish anything close to what your wife gives to you. It would be devastating if she got that same fulfillment from somewhere else, which is why you must do everything in your power to keep her happy.

You should be ashamed of yourself for being such a failure of a man that you enjoy getting fucked more than doing the fucking, but it comes naturally to you. To fight against it would be to fight the innate characteristics of your kind. Elves are meant to be taken for a ride by all other superior races. Your wants and needs come secondary to serving at the feet of a dominant bull. You can only hope that your wife doesn’t realize that fact before you return to her with the artifact in hand to sway her mind forever.