What do you do with a lone priestess?

Well, the dialog said you can afford to spare some time...

With a hop, you dodge her flailing arms and climb her silky robes with your clawed fingers until your face is directly in front of her barely concealed sex. Your long tongue snakes out of your mouth and slips under the thin strip of fabric, flicking across and teasing her wet lips. Ari suddenly stops flailing as the string of profanities is interrupted by a sharp gasp and a loud moan. You chuckle as your tongue slips into her folds, and the noise seemingly returns her to her senses. The flailing returning twofold.

Unfazed, you continue lapping up her sweet nectar while exploring her body. Your rest your feet on her large mounds and begin to awkwardly massage them through the soft fabric of her robe. You drag the back of the claws on one hand up and down her thigh, while the other hooks under her panties and tears them away. She lets out a surprised and embarrassed yelp, and you look down to see her biting a finger, a lusty expression on her face. The moment she catches your gaze she blushes and turns her head away, so you return your attention to eating her out and bring your unoccupied hand to massage her clit.

You continue to feast on her juices while Tlax looks on with an amused expression, flicking the priestess' toes with her long, forked tongue. Suddenly you feel Ari tense up and shudder, and a soft thud announces her mace hitting the forest floor. When she recovers, you feel a hand begin to paw urgently at your loincloth. You smirk and return to your work. You want to hear her beg.

Finally, as another orgasm wracks her hanging body, you hear her voice, barely audible at first. "Please..."

"What was that? I couldn't hear you."

"Please, I need it..."

"What do you need?" You smirk and look down.

"You know..." she bites her lip and averts her gaze.

You try your best to look confused. "I'm afraid I really don't. Now unless you'd like to clarify," and with that you flick her button with your long tongue.

Her pawing becomes more urgent. "Please... I need it... I need your cock."

You smirk and look down. She's beet red and closes her eyes the moment they meet yours. "Good girls get what they need." You climb down and position your crotch in front of her face, and as you move the cloth aside your erection slaps into her cheek. You can't help but shudder in pleasure as her warm, wet mouth immediately turns to engulf your tip, briefly losing yourself to pleasure before you start pinching her nipples through her robe. She pumps her head up and down her shaft as you use your claws to slice bits off of her robe until her plump melons finally bounce free of their confinement. You palm them and feel her shudder of approval run up your length.

Your tongue snakes around her nipple as you relax into the rhythm, lightly thrusting into her mouth and mauling her breasts while she swirls her tongue around your head and pumps up and down your shaft. Suddenly you feel her tongue stop, and her head shoves directly into your pelvis, taking your entire cock down her throat in one go. You can't take it anymore. You grab a fistful of her hair with each hand and begin roughly facefucking her, groaning as you release your seed deep in her throat, pulling out of her mouth to coughs and sputters and letting yourself fall to the ground below her.

"Please, I need... more. Please, let me..."

"You've been such a good girl. Can you keep being good if Tlaxxy lets you down?"

She squeezes her eyes shut as if in denial, but then mutters "yes." You nod and Tlax gently lowers her to the ground.

You take a moment to appreciate her gorgeous form. Her long, blond hair is splayed out on the plants and leaves that make up the forest floor, her blue eyes are looking at you as if silently begging you, and her pale lips have a slight trickle of cum leaking down one side. You slice open the rest of her robe, leaving her thin, pale, athletic form and C-cup breasts fully bared, her hard nipples pointing straight up. Her cunt is practically drooling, and her long legs part slightly as if to invite you in.

You move up to straddle her head, presenting your semi-flaccid member, and she raises her neck to clean you off, licking up and down your shaft and swirling her tongue around the tip. Now fully erect once again, you slide down slightly and wipe off the trail of seed from her face. You present the claw to her, which she gratefully cleans in turn, continuing even after swallowing every last drop as she gazes at you with half-lidded eyes. You tongue slowly caresses her neck, then her collarbone, then her breast, then her stomach, and finally her nub as you descend along her body. Finally, you place your tip between her petals and rub it slightly up and down to wet it.

"Wait," she begs. "Enileve, please forgive me! I can't..."

You pause. You could just take her here, but it will be all the sweeter when she willingly offers her purity—or whatever is left of it—to you of her own volition. That said, you can't help but feel a bit frustrated. Seeing your expression, she wiggles her butt and then, with surprising speed, flips herself onto her stomach, presenting her raised ass to you.

Dipping a long finger into her dripping snatch, you wet it with her juices, then slowly pull it out, tracing it down her slit to her puckered backdoor. You trace circles around and around, eliciting quiet moans, and then suddenly push it knuckle-deep with a pop. You hear a sharp gasp and stop, not wanting to hurt her too bad. But then, quietly at first, you hear a moan and "more, please!" You grin and oblige, pumping your finger in and out until she's nice and slick.

You stop and pull out your finger, eliciting a surprised yelp and frustrated look from the priestess, which quickly turns to anticipation as she sees you lining up your thick member with her tight hole. You grip her firm buttocks in your hands and gently push, watching your length slowly disappear into her until your pelvis rests against her cheeks. You pull out just as gently, then slam your hips forcefully back down.

She screams in pleasure and a bit of pain as you begin to slam your length repeatedly into her tunnel. "How do you like it, elf slut? Where is your goddess of purity now?"

"Yes! Ruin me! Make me your elf whore! Fuck my goddess right out of me!"

It seems the priestess has a bit of a masochistic streak in her. Grinning, you raise one of your hands, then bring it down with a crack against her cheek. You hear a gasp in response, and not a disapproving one. You quickly sink into a rhythm, pumping in and out of her tunnel while you alternate bringing your left and right hands down.

Finally, with a roar, you erupt inside her, painting her insides white with the first few ropes before pulling out and coating her back with your seed as she convulses on the ground in yet another climax. You step back and admire your handiwork: the dishevelled, panting maiden of purity, hair splayed across the ground and filled with sticks and leaves, shreds of her torn robe splayed across the ground, cum leaking from her asshole and dripping down her back. With a final grin, you motion to Tlax and turn to leave.

"Wait, please, don't leave me. I need you..."

You smirk. "Don't worry, pet. You know where to find me. But be warned, the next time we meet, you're mine for good."

You've just barely stepped back into the undergrowth when a familiar, annoyed voice comes through the trees where you left the priestess. "Eww, like, what has this slut been up to when I was gone? Gross! I turned this mode on to find hunky warriors, not have my avatar throw herself at random PCs in the woods and be ditched!" You chuckle, recognizing the voice of "Sarah" and remembering "PCs" is another word for "adventurers." Right. "Adventurers" indeed, Sarah. Adventurers indeed.

With a suppressed sigh you turn around, sneaking up behind the still-prone priestess and grabbing her mace. With a mental apology to her more fun personality, you whack her over the head with the handle and she passes out. You turn away just as a familiar message appears in front of her vacant eyes, and begin the long trek back to your tower.