Seduce them.

“Wait!” Shairi gasped.

“Why?” the elf woman asked scornfully. Shairi paused a moment. It was a good question.

“Well…” Inspiration struck. “…aren’t you at least going to **** me first?” It was not, Shairi would be the first to admit, the best plan. But it was all she could think of. And at least she’d stunned the wood elves enough that her knife wasn’t inching closer to her throat.

“Vile slut,” the elf woman hissed. “I suppose you would enjoy that? To have some bestial rutting be your last experience. Or perhaps you think you can save yourself by whoring for us?”

“Oh, come on, Verima,” one of the men said. “She’s just shown that half-elves are as horny as all the legends say. There’s no harm in having some fun with her first. Why can’t we be merciful enough to give her what she wants before we kill her?” Somehow, Shairi doubted his claim to high-minded motives.

“Don’t forget I’m in charge her, Iurath!” the woman snapped. But she slowly lowered her knife. “Still, I suppose it’s pretty enough. It would be remiss of me not to see if it can be put to some use.”

The woman – Verima – smiled wickedly. Instead of using her knife on Shairi’s throat, she expertly sliced away the young witch’s trousers. She casually reached forward and ripped away Shairi’s panties, leaving her naked twat exposed to the cold evening air and the wood elves’ lustful gazes.

Shari hung with her hips at about head height, so Vermia didn’t have to bend down to begin lapping at her prisoners cunt. Shairi squirmed helplessly under the **** – squirmed more than she needed to in fact. Vermia’s efforts were crude and amateurish compared to the pleasures she’d undergone in Meritheir’s tower. But under the circumstances it seemed best to be appreciative.

“You were wrong, Korvran” Verima said, licking her lips. “You said she wouldn’t be good to eat.”

Verima pulled her own trousers down, exposing slender, well-formed hips and a pussy marked by only the thinnest strip of brown hair. (Elves, Shairi remembered, had very little body hair.) Needing no further invitation, Shairi craned her neck forward and began to lick her captor. The taste of a true elven cunt was a new experience for her, although it reminded her a bit of the flavour of her sisters.

While Meritheir had been an unenthusiastic teacher in magic, she had been a far more eager teacher of pussy licking. The elf was obviously unprepared for Shairi’s skills. A loud moan escaped from her lips, and she shifted, standing with her feet apart to allow the witch’s eager tongue better access.

Between her legs, Shairi could see her companions, staring at the scene with mingled lust and anger. Of course, Verima had made no mention of sharing Shairi with them. She’d exposed herself without any though of modesty, and put on a wanton display with the half-elf. The hungry way the men stared at their companion’s arse spoke volumes to Shairi. She guessed it was far from the first time Verima had teased them like this, and that they both wanted her and knew she’d never give herself to them.

It was a volatile situation, and one Shairi suspected she could exploit.