Yes, the elf will be yours

Without waiting a heartbeat, you stride after your prey. Your cock aches for release. You <i>will</i> have him.

You loose sight of the elf in the trees, but follow his trail easily enough to a small stone tower near what can only be the crest of the hill. Barely three floors tall, you still should have seen it from outside the copse. The tower is all in white stone and is capped with a blue pointed roof that glitters like crystal. There are no windows on it's exterior and you realize with a start, no door, though you follow the trail of footprints right up to to where the tower rises from the earth. Up close you realize there are delicate silver inlays along the stone, in the shape of flowers, leaves, and vines, like had been on the elf's cloak all in such beautiful detail they almost seem to rustle in the wind. Tracing your fingers over the silver inlays you circle the tower, looking for the means of entry: you don't recognize any of the depicted foliage though you do notice a flower that seems....different somehow. You realize with a start that it had been on the breast of the elf's cloak: a tree petaled lily.

Gently you touch it....and the silver piece comes away in your hand. You give a start as the silver flowers and leaves do seem to rustle in the wind....only there is no breeze.

You watch in awe as the silver inlays move like a thing alive pulling away from where you removed the flower to reveal the faint outline of an arch. The blank stone seems to part and swing outwards and you grin as you stride inside and feel your jaw drop.