A helpless elven maiden of course!

The straining in your trousers is a strong suggestion that Anja has the right idea. Your pet succubus had assured you that the sleep spell she would use would last for hours upon the elves, a spell she would no doubt have used upon you had you not proven so...assertive. With one elf already in Anja's grasp you look over the remaining 11 Acolytes.

"Piki," you instruct as you make your pick. "Gather the guards and bring them all in here, okay?"

"Master?" Piki looks between you and Anja with clear distraction, her slender thighs rubbing together.

"When you're finished, me and Anja will play with you a lot." You promise, your tone dripping with intent, which Anja reinforces by locking eyes with young harpy as she licks up her elf's neck.

"Yes Master!" Piki chirps eagerly, taking off and fluttering down the hallway.

Now with only the sounds of Anja's enjoyment backing you, you look down at your chosen elf. Her pitch black skin is enchanting, and her long snow white hair spills out around her. Her robes cling tight to her body, pushing up her sizeable breasts and teasing them with a plunging neckline. The sides are cut out, rising up high to expose her thigh all the way to the hip.

"Are we sure these are acolytes and we didn't just raid a dark elf brothel?" you ask Anja as your hands reach out, stroking and touching at the elf's flesh, savouring her softness as she fails to stir from your touch.

"Mmm...they're a lovely contradiction aren't they?" Anja purrs, gradually stripping her own girl. "They talk big about their power and superiority, yet they love to dress in a way that begs for attention." You can hear her breath hitch as she talks, the air about her shimmering as her glamour begins to fail, horns and tail slipping back into reality. "I can't tell you why they dress like little harlots, maybe it's because they have two goddesses. One who calls for conquest, the other for submission." Her fingers find the elf's slit, and even in her enchanted slumber the acolyte lets out a small moan from Anja's masterful touch. "They try to pretend they're like the first, but in their hearts they are truly like the second."

The dark elves have a goddess of submission? The thought makes you ponder as you untie your acolyte's sash from about her robes, causing them to fall loose and tease you further with her delicious breasts. If they have a goddess of submission, would this defeat count as a religious experience you wonder. Amused at the idea you take the sash and bind it around the acolyte's arm before dramatically pulling open her robe and drinking in the naked body beneath. Hell's is it beautiful. Her round breasts scream for your attention, her curving hips invite you down between them, and her flat stomach dares you to make it round with a half-breed child. With a primal growl you sink down, kissing and biting at the acolytes neck, her black skin so warm and still under your rough treatment. Yet even as she fails to move her body flushes in arousal, responding to your invasion. Moving down you nip at her collarbone, crush one breast beneath your hand and suckle and bite at the other before sliding down that flat stomach and between her legs, kissing and licking at her growing need. The spirit is at rest, but the body is oh so willing.

Rearing up you disrobe a little, freeing your shaft so it can bury itself somewhere much more inviting. Glancing over you can see Anja's eyes are focused on you, her gaze reverent as she looks at you towering over the young acolyte, your nubile little victim.