Vaelden Stormchaser (The Perverted Male Dalish Elf Shapeshifter)

The Dalish clan of Drelinth is known for their powerful magic users, several of them being competitors for the title of Keeper of the clan, their landships drew out through the Bercilian forest, along the more southern parts as to keep away from the majority of the human settlements. Among these competitors was a talented elven mage who specialized in transmutation of his own body into different beings of the natural wild, and sometimes even supernatural beings of nature. In short, he was a Shape Shifter, a mage specialized in transforming himself into the shapes of animals, but he's also a skilled use of using elemental magic, and knows many spells ,some he had made up on his own, combining the elements.

His name is Vaelden, Vaelden Stormchaser, he was born of the Dalish, a fifth generation of the Dalish in fact, his parents were of a different clan who had to leave him to the Drelinth Clan when it became clear that nobody in his clan had the ability to teach him how to use magic properly. he was around twenty six years old, and a handsome young lad with long dark red hair, tied in a long braid teaching his elbows, deep yellow eyes, brown skin, the left side of his face painted in a Dalish marking in the shape of a shifting wing, looking almost like a bird wing, and yet like a bat wing. At an height of 6'8" was he very tall for an elf, he had an athletic built body from his constant runnings in the wild as he loved to play in the wild nature since his childhood days.

The ladies of the clan really loved the charming Shape Shifter, who loved the ladies just as well, he had always been dragged with the women and young ladies into the local springs to bath and as he grew older they still kept dragging him along and he grew into bit of a pervert, okay a big pervert. He loved the pleasure of a woman's body thrusting against his and the sweet gasps of her lips as he filled her with his seed. Vaelden had only slept with elves getting into age, those of his own age, but was not able to sleep with many women for the last ten years though, as during a training exercise in the form of a wolf one of his competitors for the title of Keeper sprayed canine pheromones over the slightly older women of the clan, those between twenty five and fifty, and he ended up humphing against their bodies like a dog in heat.

It had been really embarrassing when he got out of the lust ruse, and he found himself unable to even speak with the girls who used to play with him in the bath as a child, unable to look at him without blushing as remembering him humphing their mothers, or mother figures. Instead he began to feel the eyes of the older women of the clan eying him instead of the younger generation, Vaelden wanted **** against the one to humiliate him so he didn't think much of sex or women for a while, until he accidentally peeked at Healer Emelie, a twenty years old elf from the city, a highly skilled healer, as she bathed her curvy body, and from then on had Vaelden been desiring more full and curved women rather then the girls of his own age, he had been sixteen then.

He got back at the jerk who humiliate him by making him permanently tattooed on the ass stating 'any shemlen may fuck this ass hole' and even shaved his head bald and painted his head to look like the head of a penis until his hair regrew. It had been a hilarious **** and the jerk had not dared to do anything against Vaelden ever since.

At the current date was Vaelden's clan resting near a large lake, just half a day away from the main road leading between a town called Lothering and a small city called Elderanth located along the way towards Denerim. With the approaching winter the morning was cold and misty and Vaelden was currently watching the shape of healer Emelie as she bathed in the lake, her body curvy and built in an hour glass figure, her big and firm double D breasts jiggling gently as she brushed her hands over her body ,cleaning it slowly with herb soap, the cool air making her nipples erect and pointy like a pair of cow teats. Her sweet pale face smiling in enjoyment as she hummed a soft melody, her golden blond hair lying over her shoulders, her green facial painting in the shape of a swirling vine of flowers, making her blue eyes shine even more. her toned stomach showign a hint of abs, her 5'6" tall body looking so sexy with her firm ass and breasts giving her its hour glass shape, the sparklign water running down her said curves, making the most chastely man drop his jaws and pants with just a glance.

The clan would be preparing a feast for the coming night ,as it was the celebration of the founding of their clan, and thus it meant a lot of food ,drinks, dancing and music, Keeper Gervon spoke of a special guest coming to their clan's celebration. but those matters were not in Vaelden's head at the moment as he stared, or rather, leered at the beautiful goddess like shape of the clan's healer, who had no mate of her own, and her month was in its ripest moment ,sending a scent of strong fertility and heat from her body into Vaelden's sensitive nostrils.

Feeling the heat in his loins the shape shifter swallowed his suddenly dry throat, feeling his desire for the healer grow, oh gods he wanted to just rush over to her and fuck her against the smooth stones of the lake's shores. She had been one of the women he had humphed all those years ago and now he was feeling the same desire again, only far more genuine then before. and he didn't know if he could resist the temptation of claiming her as his.