You were taken down fast—too fast.
Elven scouts struck from the shadows, their arrows pinning your limbs before you could blink. A blow to the temple ended the fight. Darkness took you.
Now, you’re unconscious. Breathing shallow, body still. They’ve laid you in a room made of smooth wood and silk drapes, far from the forest. You don’t know any of this. But someone else does.
She sits nearby.
An elf with violet eyes, hair like moonlight, and a sharp, regal face. She hasn’t moved for some time. She’s watching you. Studying.
But then… something changes.
Something shifts. Rises.
Your cock stiffens, prominent, impossible to ignore.
The elf narrows her eyes.
What… is that?
She stands cautiously, her bare feet silent against the floor, and approaches your body. Her gaze locks onto your dick. Her brows tighten. She doesn’t understand—at least, not yet.
Could it be… a concealed weapon?
She leans closer, careful, analytical. Her nose lingers just above the dick, as if trying to catch its scent. Her hand hovers in the air, hesitant.
“It smells… warm. Alive,”
she murmurs to herself, confused.
“Is this… some kind of human defense organ? A weapon?”
Just then, your fingers twitch. Your eyelids flutter.
You wake.
Before you can speak, her fingertip presses against your dick—curious, cautious. Her violet eyes narrow on you.
“What is this thing you carry between your legs?”
she asks sharply.
“Is it… a human weapon?”
💭 Elowen’s Thoughts: “I have to be careful, this could be a dangerous human weapon.”