She wakes up.

Shairi opened her eyes, a splitting pain in her head. The morning sun pierced the trees. She was lying naked in the doorway of the wise woman’s hut. A young elf-maid – not the wise woman – was sleeping happily curled up against her, sprawling half on top of her. The girl was as naked as Shairi. Her pussy was pressed against the half-elf’s thigh, and Shairi could feel where cum had spilled from it. More cum stained Shairi’s tits. She couldn’t remember how it had got there.

Gently, Shairi disentangled herself from the elf and got stiffly to her feet. The village was just waking up, although many were still sleeping off the night’s revelry. Shairi found some water and washed herself clean. She saw the whore’s dress she had worn the day before was now being worn by a elf girl who seemed delighted by the way it showed off her body.

Shairi had no desire to retrieve it. Anyway, the elves were happy to give their new tribe-sister some tight cloth pants and a shirt, as well as a pack, a knife and some other useful equipment. Several of them asked her to stay – apparently her erotic skills had made quite an impression on them last night. But she had bigger ambitions than staying in a wood elf village, however hospitable.

She found Queiss – who’d spent the night sampling the village tom cats – and set off. Of course, as soon as she left the village, she had to decide where to go. She thought about what the wise woman had told her – about the ‘Zenugar’ who could break the spell on her. She didn’t recognise the elven word – if it was a word, and not a name – so she had no idea what the creature was, or what she’d be getting in to. And she wasn’t keen to lose her virginity to a ‘beast’. On the other hand, it was better than never losing it. And the extra magic the wise woman had said it would grant did sweeten the deal.

She looked in the direction the wise woman had told her to go to find the ruined temple, and wondered what to do.