The Humans grew interested in Rayla

For a while, after the door of the cell had been shut, the three Humans just stood there holding their groins in silence, save for the occasional stifled grunt of pain. Rayla on her part was too self conscious of her own nudity to start a conversation now that Claudia was gone.
She saw them stole a glance now and then, and that kept her uncomfortably aware of how exposed she was.
Little by little she watched the boys lose their shyness, until a point was reached where they stopped caring to hide and their stare became wolfish and brazen.
They still looked somewhat wary of her though and kept their distance.

"So, uhm... you're an Elf?" asked one of them. It was the chubby, freckled lad with red hair.
"Sssh! Don't speak to her, idiot, she will turn you into a toad!" snapped the one on his right, the tallest, and probably elder of the three.
"That's horse bullshit. Where did you hear that one?" retorted the first. He looked antsy and restless more than the other two. He kept fiddling with the hem of his loincloth. Rayla judged it to be an effect of the larger dose of mixture he had drank form Claudia's vial.
"I've read in book that Elves eat their prisoner. They don't even cook you, they cut you in pieces and eat you raw on the spot, just like that..." intruded the third, a scrawny dark skinned young man with a pair of thin rimmed spectacles.

"W-We don't do that, like... at all!" snapped Rayla. She really couldn't bear to hear anymore those ludicrous lies.
"You... don't?" asked the three prisoner at the unison.
"No, we don't. We do not eat humans, we do not drink blood - but I understand where that came from since we drink Moonberry juice which is actually red like,you know, your blood, heh - and we do not turn people into toads either, for all I know. Any other stupid rumors you have heard or read recently?"

"I've heard an Elven maiden has helped the Kingdom of Katolis to end the war with Xadia," answered hesitantly the scrawny one," I have also heard that the Prince has fallen in love with her and has made her Queen of Katolis."
"That's probably me," replied Rayla sheepishly, pining for a brief moment over the image of her and Callum getting married with a solemn cerimony, then with a poof the Prince was replaced by his younger brother eating a jelly tart. She shook away the image.
"But you shouldn't give credit to everything you hear."
"Y-You!?! Are you then the Elven warrior-maiden everyone is talking about? The one who tried to save King Harrow before he was assassinated?"
"Rayla, Moonshadow Assassin, at your service," said Rayla, hinting a curtsy despite her unsuitable position.

"See? She IS an assassin, dumbass! It's just like I told you, she will kill us all!" hissed the tall one.
"I won't, don't worry. I have never ever killed anyone, actually. Yet,” she simpered.
The three gulped, not nearly reassured as she would expect.
“B-But I have realized I don’t like killing as much as I should. I mean, I think it is not the right line of job for me, you know? I like the stealth part, tracking the target and all, but I just can’t seem to be able to get the final part done, when it comes to it. You know, the part where you usually stick sharp or pointy things into chests or hearts or... whatever, I mean the actual killing. I thought I had managed to kill at least one of my targets, but I've just found out I actually didn't, so, heh... And besides, I'm chained, I couldn't do anything to you even if I wanted to," replied ruefully Rayla offering the palms of her hands.

"If you don't kill people, what kind of assassin are you then?"
"Well, you do have a point on that," admitted the Elf girl," I should probably stop presenting myself as a Moonshadow Assassin," she sighed, then, with renewed enthusiasm "Well then, I'm Rayla, Human-Friend. Who are you, uh, fellas?"
"I'm Edrig, the smith's apprentice," said the tall one flexing his arm like it was something worth of showing. " Tilor, the librarian," said the scrawny one, then as remembering something importat "And I like books."
"And my name is Fynngar, but everyone calls me just Fynn, I'm simple a peasant, Lady Elf, my father runs the mill," concluded the third, clearly the most shy and young of the three.
"Well, how can I help you, my fellow smooth-skulled friends? I'm at your service," offered Rayla with a smile, "See how friendly I am? Remember to spread the word in your village: we Elves are not evil."

The three exchanged uncomfortable looks with each other before the one named Edrig spoke.
"We, err, are actually having a really hard time in holding ourselves back at the moment, Lady Elf, we would be glad if you gave us your permission to get ourselves a little more comfortable," he croaked. "O-Of course, whatever you need to do. Don't mind me," replied Rayla unsure of the meaning of his words.
At this, the three hastly slipped out of their grimy loincloths, one after another.
The Elf girl's eyes grew wide in disbelief as their erections sprung up, finally free, out of the fabric, hard and congested, but more notably of an earthy green color.
"Wow! That's... are those your… your penises?"
After a brief initial bewilderment, Rayla had turned her head to the side, feeling a surge of heat coming to her cheeks.

"Yeah, they are. Are your men any different? I mean, don't they have penises too?" asked the librarian with keen academic interest. "They do, actually," replied the Elf girl swallowing."Not that I ever saw one myself," she hurried to add. "May I ask you... Is that the normal color?"
"No, it's not. It think it has something to do with the potion that witch made us drink," replied Tilor.
"It made mine a little bigger too, and swelling," added Edrig.
"I can't stop touching it," groaned Fynn with labored voice," I just can't."

At this, Rayla couldn't help but involuntarily turn and glance down at the farmer's groin.
His manhood was completely erect and throbbing. He was stroking it with his pudgy hand, the stark contrast with his pale skin making it look like he was just showing them a big homegrown cucumber. That made her giggle a little.
"Ahem, Sorry. I didn' mean to make fun of your condition guys," she apologized, "I'll just look away while you sort your, uhm, things out." She gave herself a light spin that made her dangle untill she ended up facing the back of the cell.