To engage in nubile pleasantries and sticky delights.

It was quite true that despite having experienced the throws of the beasts orgasm, you had became painfully aware of your own fairly full balls, you yourself had yet had any actual sex in this universe yet. But you weren't an entire monster, despite giving in to your desires and using the beast to fuck this poor girl, you felt guilty and that you perhaps should not have taken advantage of the situation. And as a decent fellow you try to approach the struggling girl without alarming her too much, she notices you of course as you step out from behind the shrubbery, but her hands were caught in her pants so her surprise made her trip over them and fall to her ass in the dirt, shorts still underneath the moon of her ass. She seems more annoyed than hurt at this point, and she tries to pick herself up, but with little success.

You being the gentleman immediately offer her your hand, apologizing for scaring her and pull her to her feet, the little nymph is practically weightless, but having seen her before, you choose the appropriate path and avert your eyes from her nudity ad she struggles to cover her ass. To which honestly only increases your desire, before her delicious derrière was overflowing her waistband in a plump little ripple of firm eager flesh, now it was compressed into the hide shorts and rounded into two perfectly outlined mounds, firmly held down so no curve is left to the imagination.

The girl spoke up again for the first time since her ordeal, her voice was dry from moaning but it was still light and playfully pitched like that of a youthful creature, though her womanhood revealed she was a well developed young woman at least. And her nipples had perked tenting the fabric of her tunic, and drawing the window of her cleavage slightly more apart. Her amber eyes seemed glued to you like honey, and she fidgeted, twirling her fingers nervously ad she watched you. "Who..who are you sir?" She had arched her leg, lifting one heel off the ground as she prepared to sprint, but to your eyes it only revealed more of her smooth legs with that strange golden sheen to them reflecting the light that filtered through the trees.

You however replied of course tearing your eyes from her body and looking into her melting amber orbs, bringing to mind caramel and the innocence of a softer race than your own.

"I am Jonathan Caine ma'am" unsure what to call the creature, though since she was female it was safe to bet she wouldn't be too offended by your choice of entitlement. "I heard your cries and came as fast as I could. Are you alright?" Okay maybe your not the nicest person, but a little lie to get back into the good of things won't hurt much right? Besides how are you supposed to admit you stood and watched, no controlled the beast who took her? A little lie seemed the better alternative.

She seemed to relax a bit more as she listened to your words, tilting her head a bit in concentration, she opened her slender mouth and flicked a forked tongue of her own over her lips to wet them, before replying "I am Ivy... and your a bit late to help mister.." She looked in the direction that the beast took off in, seeming to lament the experience. Looking her over she only slightly resembled the first Ivy that came to your mind being a comic book nerd, she possessed long auburn hair which was woven with vines and leaves, but lacked the illustriously curvy body of your version of Ivy, this nymph was slender though still womanly.

But you needed to get back in control, and so you materialized a flask in your back pocket and reached for it, "Here let me at least help you somehow, you seem quite shaken up there." You hand her the silver flask, which she takes warily, glaring at the shiney metal of the flask more than at you anymore. But she still brings it to her lips and drinks the concoction within, to which her eyes brighten at the first taste, looking at you with a raised eyebrow she takes a much larger mouthful of the sickeningly sweet sticky liquid you had materialized in the flask. Finishing and wiping her mouth of the beverage she looked at you in new wonder as she handed the flask back to you, "wow mister! I didn't think a stranger would have honey dew nectar, how did you get it!?" You didn't even know what was in the flask, only wishing it to be something she would enjoy, and it seems you hit the jackpot. She seems far more chipper with the sticky nectar in her belly. And she looked at you with new respect that before, you of course wished she had your own sticky nectar in her belly. So you sauvely reply to her feeling like you had her in your pocket and could boast a bit, "I'm just just a traveler, I have picked up quite a few things along the way." Her eyes brighten even more as she stares intently at you. "Wow mister your so amazing. I've always wanted to travel beyond the forest, but my Mistresses won't let me..." Her wording seemed a little off to you so you question her further on that, "your mistresses? What do you mean?" She turns to show you a small tattoo on the back of her neck and revealing her firm ass to your appreciative eyes once more, explaining that she is 'bound' to house Astaria. And the shooting stars in the small tattoo seemed to be the family crest, she further explains turning back to you and hiding her tight ass from your gaze much to your own dissatisfaction, that her owners are elves who live in Thorndale a nearby Sylvian village and that she would take you to them if you liked. Her stomach growled in in a way that was almost beastal itself, and she reached down to rub her full womb..."we actually should probably hurry. It won't be too long before these are born.." You wonder if she has had past experiences with creatures like these, but she beckons you to follow before you can ask and slips off into the trees with you in pursuit.

Not that you minded much, you got to watch her gloriously firm ass bounce while tightly contained in her shorts with every step. Making you regret not giving in earlier and just screwing her supple ass, but now you had other things on your agenda.

You had walked for quite a while and walking with a firm staff between your legs is no easy task, however you managed, Expecially since she seemed to be getting slower and slower ahead of you clutching her belly in discomfort. She gasped again and grasped her crotch rubbing her palm on it and buckling her knees. She groaned in both pleasure and discomfort before throwing her head back towards you and saying. "I need you..." You were started by the come on tone of her panting hot voice, and her pleading amber eyes almost sold you, but it was not yet so horn dog, for she finished her sentence after another breathe, while biting her lip in concentration she said "I need you to carry me.. we are almost there." You of course scoop her up in your arms, the girl probably weighed 100 pounds or so, and was nothing against your muscles, she gestured to a pair of old Oaks which reached out towards each other and strangely reminded you of of a gateway. And with renewed purpose you set forth towards them as fast as you could. Your mind racing ahead wondering about what you might find there. How will the elves treat you, will you be able to save ivy?