You're attacked!

You're standing over Lavender; her petite body and pale skin are flushed with exertion. She's moaning quietly in the post-orgasmic bliss, and she's only semi-conscious after your pounded her into submission, over and over.

You're trying to figure out what to do about your still-raging boner when you hear a battle cry, and a golden streak of a body leaps out of the forest at your kneecaps. A slender pair of legs strikes you hard in the right leg and you grunt, losing your footing. But the orcish hormone Candarr keeps you strong and fast, and as the figure whips a strike at your head, you quickly raise a hand and block the attack.

Unfazed, your mystery assailant flexes somehow and leaps into the air, somehow wrapping its legs around your head, squeezing tight. Though the muscles are firm, your breeding lust immediately notices that the skin is soft and feminine. The legs try to **** you into submission, but your neck is thick and strong and they can't quite close tight enough. You reach up and grab at her -- you're pretty sure it's a her -- latch onto something, and YANK downwards.

The lithe figure yelps and falls, you'd grabbed a piece of armor. As your attacker is momentarily dazed, you finally get a good look at her.

It's another elf, and another beautiful one at that. Whereas Lavender, your first elf conquest, was pale and soft, this elf is toned and tawny. Wearing just a fine leather tunic that extends down to her crotch, her legs are bare of armor, allowing freedom of movement - and also allowing your greedy eyes to drink in her smooth, tanned legs. She glares at you with dark eyes framed in a slender face. Her hair is red and short, down to just her shoulders. You have to stop your ogling as she flips back upright and readies the wicked daggers she carries in each hand.

Circling you warily, she glances down at your exposed member, bobbing up and down as your Candarr won't let you soften despite the apparent danger you're in. Those beautiful brown eyes widen with shock at your size. You seize the moment and lunge at her, knocking the daggers out of her hands with agility you didn't know you had, then pin her arms against her slender body and hold her against you so she can't spring free.

She is taller than Lavender, but her warm body just comes up to your chin. She smells of cinnamon, and your hard cock is pinned between you and her slender back, pressing into her armor.

She yells at you in, presumably, Elven. She squirms, trying to get free, wriggling her delicious body against your bare skin.

"What's wrong with you?" you growl in frustration. "Lavender, is this a friend of yours?" you ask, hoping she can clear things up. But she's well and truly passed-out, now, having not even woken up during your struggle. Well, she's really not gonna be able to help you with this hard-on, then.

Your address her, though, causes the lithe fighter struggling in your arms to look over at Lavender. She stops struggling for a moment, looking at her more closely. Finally, she says in hesitant common, "Not fight? Fallavalandriellin not hurt?"

"No," you reply; you think she won't attack you again, so you finally ease her body away from yours to relieve the uncomfortable armor pressing against your still-hard cock.

"Sorry. Thought hurting. How apologize?" she asks, turning to face you. Her body is perfect, just toned muscle and smooth skin. Her face is striking, with those dark eyes set in a golden face with a narrow nose, full lips, and a sharp chin. Her pointed ears stick out from short, red, hair, which draws attention to her slender neck. You have an idea of how she can apologize.