They Arrive at the Next Wood Elf Village

They arrived at the next wood elf village late the following day. Melinir was treated with the typical scorn by the local girls and the leaders of the village. That night, with little effort, Nystar had managed to hook up with another beauty. This one had blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes.

Melinir watched with envy as Nystar and the blonde-haired beauty disappeared into a nearby tent. He felt lonelier than ever, knowing that he would never have the chance to experience what Nystar and the other elves took for granted.

As he sat by the fire, nursing a drink, he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“My prince,” a male wood elf said.

Melinir merely turned, not sure what to say.

“I have something that may give you pleasure.”

“Hmm. I doubt that.”

“Come with me, you won’t be disappointed.”

Melinir downed his drink, then reluctantly stood. He followed the wood elf to a large tent just outside the village.

“Head on inside, prince. You can thank me later.”

Melinir looked at the wood elf, then back at the tent. He headed inside. To his surprise, a dark elf stood inside, hands tied behind her back, trapped by the post in the centre.

The dark elf **** was naked, her body glistening with sweat. Melinir hesitated a moment, his mind racing with the possibilities of this situation. He'd never seen a dark elf looking so hapless, so devoid of the usual malice and deviance.

Her skin was a beautiful shade of dark blue, her eyes a glowing yellow, her body sculpted by hours of **** and pleasure. Melinir's cock twitched at the sight of her.

“A high elf?” she asked with surprise.

“Who might you be?”

“I am Shalindra.”

“How did you end up here, Shalindra.”

“I was captured.” She smirked. “I guess you want to have your way with me, high elf?”

“That would give me pleasure, but I cannot.”

“The high elves’ honour.” Shalindra laughed.

“Laugh at my honour if you must, but I cannot **** myself onto a ****.”

“So you came to marvel at my misfortune.”

Melinir looked at her for a moment, clenching his fist at the frustration he still felt after Tiryna.

“I have a proposal,” he said.

Her eyebrow raised.

“Give me great pleasure, and I shall see that you are released.”

Her eyebrow raised a little more. “I know the tricks of the high elves. What do you class as great pleasure?”

“I was left in great frustration last night by one of your kind. I need… release. And not just once, I think I want it… three times, one in each hole.”