Author: Pretty_Captain_3732

Hot Blooded [elf][monster girl][f157xf211]

“You don’t have to do this.” Whispered Shazri as her companion Lirial of the night elves pressed her slender body against Shazris reptilian bulk. Shazri was of the lizardfolk. Six feet of dark green scaled muscle marked with stripes of paler green. Her bulky powerful body was a contrast to the slightly built night elf.

“You need my warmth you stubborn lizard.” Chided Lirial as she wrapped her slim thighs around Shazris waist and pressed her body against the Lizardwomans bulky chest.

“How long have we quested together? How many battles have we fought? Do you really think I would abandon you to so simple a foe as the cold?”

There was an uncharacteristic note of fear in the usually calm elf scouts voice. She was not given to emotion. It was often joked that she was the cold blooded one of the pair as she was dispassionate and cool whilst Shazri had a warm personality and soft heart despite the savage power of her sword arm and her crocodilian jaws. Read more »

The elf noblewoman and the goblins [fantasy][fantasy creatures]

Essia trudged through the field the churned up mud soaking wetly through her finely made wyvern hide boots. Was there ever a less elven word than trudged she thought. She was a noblewoman of the river elf clan. One such as she was not supposed to trudge. A high borne elf lady should be a picture of grace yet her exhausted progress across the field could only be described as trudging.

In truth she still moved with an elegant precision most humans would envy but she no longer avoided every puddle, her grey leggings were stained with mud and her progress was slow.

Her task was also Ill suited to one of a noble house: retrieving her arrows from the filthy aftermath of the battle. Had she been closer to the elvish lands she would have had a servant retrieve her arrows or simply left them confidant they would be replaced.

As it was Essia was a lone elf amid the army of men, a long way from her lands and with no way to replenish her supply of the enchanted elf made arrows. Sighing she plucked the bright white shafts from her fallen targets and cleaned them with a woolen cloth before replacing the shafts in the blue leather quiver that rode high on her slender back. Read more »

Prisoner of the night elves [dark][bdsm themes][male and female captive][fantasy world][fantasy creatures]

The night elves have been playing with me for many moonrises since I was dragged in chains to their dungeon. Everyone knows the inventive cruelty of the Drow but the tales do not do their perversity justice. The unearthly beauty of my tormentors only worsens my predicament. Their slim perfect bodies used to tease and deny every day since my capture in a warped parody of lovemaking. Each sunless day I am made to submit in the dungeon until I leak and drip precum in a continuous silky ooze pooling on the stone floor.

My cockshaft bound with cord, leather thongs or narrow buckled straps of greasy waxed canvas to keep my straining organ rigidly hard and denied no matter how many of the lithe mauve and blue skinned elves choose to ride me for their pleasure. They use me as a lonely maiden might use a candle or a length of broom handle. My bound cock is just a toy to them.

The sensitive intimate parts between my muscled thighs are now just a means for my captors to inflict pain or pleasure. Read more »