The forest calls

Deciding you would like a new scenery during your travels, you head off towards the forest. The forest is very old, and the trees grow to emense height. You are glad you have a decent hand in hunting so that the food you have in your pack will not go to low during the time you spend in the woods.

As you travel farther into the woods, they become denser, making it harder to find a clear path through tangling areas. During one particularly bad encounter, the plants that had appeared harmless seemed to sprout thorns after you had become wrapped up. Hacking a way through with your dagger you notice several small cuts and your shirt has been rendered useless bit of rags. You stuff the remnants in your pack, throw it back over your broad shoulders and trudge on.

Spotting a deer you quickly grow still and begin to track it, deciding on nice selection of meat for dinner. As you grow closer to the deer and prepare your attack, you barely hear the whisper as an arrow flys by your head and drops the dow. Spinning around and unsheathing your sword simultaneously you turn to face your almost assassin. Up several branches of a large oak, you spot a handsome elf with his bow still up, eyes on you. Taking several minutes you size him up, noticing his feminine body but noticably male as his cock is proudly display erect.

Realizing he has taken your meal from you, you grow slightly angry but do not wish to upset him, as quiet as he was you are unaware if he may have others with him. Your stomach growls as you decide what to do, the elfs mouth curves into a smile, guess he heard it.

Dropping quietly from the branches he approaches you, his eyes roaming your broad chest and shoulders, down your taut stomach and locks on to the bulge in your pants. He strolls past you, brushing ever so slightly against you, his hand trailing across your package. Then he is gone by and to the deer. Quickly he skins and cleans the deer, as you prepare a fire for the night.