The moon sat high above the tavern as Zephyr leaned on the creaking balcony of the Gored Boar, shirtless and freshly spent. The sounds of drunken singing and clanking mugs rose from below, but his mind lingered on one thing:
Graska's warning.
> "If you stay, you'll meet my sisters. One of them… doesn't ask. She commands."
Zephyr had met many women.
But none quite like what stepped into his room at midnight.
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She entered without a knock.
She wore ceremonial black-and-gold armor polished to a shine. Her long, black hair was braided down her back, and dark tattoos ran from her jaw to her navel. Her tusks were longer than Graska's, but elegant — framing lips painted a deep wine red.
And her body?
All muscle. All curve. All discipline.
She shut the door and looked at him with the gaze of a woman who'd fought wars — and won.
"You're Zephyr."
He nodded slowly. "And you're... not here for a drink."
"No," she said, stepping forward, untying her robe. "I'm here to test if the mortal who pleased my sister is worth kneeling for."
Her name was Urza.
The War Priestess of the Bonehorn Clan.
And she didn't flirt.
She conquered.
Zephyr straightened. "And if I fail your test?"
"I chain you to my altar until the sun rises. And I do not go easy on disappointments."
She removed her upper armor, revealing sculpted shoulders, arms lined with ritual ink, and breasts full, heavy, and pierced with golden rings. Her midsection rippled with strength, hips flaring under her belt.
Zephyr took a step forward.
"So I please you or become your prisoner."
"You'll be both," she whispered, grabbing him by the throat and pushing him against the wall.
Here's what happens next — ready for you to write or imagine:
Urza dominates the pace, kissing rough, biting his lip, gripping his hair
She pushes him to his knees, commands him to worship her
She uses ropes or cuffs — ties his hands and rides him, controlling every thrust
At first, Zephyr tries to fight back — but eventually, he relinquishes control, letting her use his body for pleasure
The power dynamic flips halfway — he earns her submission, making her climax with a growl and clenched fists
They finish together in an explosion of power and release — two forces clashing in perfect sin
Urza straddled his chest, sweat dripping from her brow.
She looked down at him, breath steady.
"You're worthy."
He smirked up at her. "Took you long enough to admit it."
She stood, redressing slowly.
"I leave before sunrise," she said. "But if you follow me to Bonehorn territory… there's a temple of sisters who pray for a man who can last three days straight."
Zephyr raised a brow.
"That sounds like divine punishment."
"That," she said, licking her tusk slowly, "was just **the warm
The forest welcomed him like a lover.
Cool mist curled around his ankles as Zephyr pushed deeper into the silverwood glade, a secret place hidden behind illusion and ancient vines. Each step drew him away from the world of noise, war, and taverns—and closer to the whisper of something sacred… and aching.
He followed the sound of running water until he reached a moonlit spring, still and glowing, wrapped in glowing moss and white blossoms.
And there, washing her legs in the water, was Elandra.
She didn't flinch when he appeared. She didn't even turn around.
She already knew he was coming.
"I felt you cross my warding circle ten minutes ago," she said softly, her voice like warm wind through leaves.
"You didn't stop me," Zephyr replied.
"Because I've been waiting. And I'm tired of pretending I'm not."
Elandra stood, the water sliding down her long, toned legs, her body covered only by a sheer silver cloth that clung to her like morning dew. Her hair shimmered like spun moonlight. Her figure — elegant, mature, untouched by time — radiated grace and heat.
Her green eyes finally met his.
"Do you know what it's like to crave something for a hundred years?" she asked.
"I do now," Zephyr murmured, stepping into the water.
He didn't rush.
He came to her slowly, letting his hands slide over her hips, pulling her close. Her fingers gripped his shoulders—not from fear, but from desperation.
"You're trembling," he whispered.
"I've been strong for too long," she breathed. "Break me."
He kissed her.
Hard.
Her lips opened to him like the petals of the moonflowers around them. Her body pressed into his, soft curves against hard muscle. She moaned into his mouth as he lifted her, water cascading around them, her legs locking around his waist.
Zephyr pinned her against the mossy bank, the moonlight catching every drop on her glowing skin.
Her sheer cloth slipped away, revealing firm, full breasts, a flat stomach, and smooth thighs that quivered beneath his touch.
He kissed down her neck, between her breasts, his fingers exploring places that hadn't been touched in over a century.
Elandra moaned — not delicately, but like a woman finally releasing everything she'd buried.
He slid inside her slowly, and her breath caught. She gripped his back, digging her nails in, whispering spells that fizzled in the air as pleasure overcame her focus.
They moved together in rhythm, water splashing with each thrust, her cries muffled by his lips.
When she climaxed, the forest pulsed — leaves fluttered, and distant animals cried out in echo.
He didn't stop. He kept going until she was shaking, holding him like she'd drown without him.
He finished deep inside her, chest to chest, lips tangled, the spring steaming from the magic they created together.
They lay tangled on a bed of glowing moss, the water lapping gently around their legs.
Elandra rested her head on his chest, tracing circles on his skin.
"I've had kings kneel at my feet," she whispered. "But none of them ever made me forget who I was."
"And did I?"
"You made me remember what it means to feel like a woman again."
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System Update
> You've conquered: Elandra Val'shiri – Elf Moonbinder SILF
EXP Gained: +2800
New Trait: [Elven Touch] – Sensual interactions gain bonus effects
Special Affinity: Elandra now heals 20% HP after every successful night
New Quest Unlocked: Moonbinder's Favor — Protect her grove from approaching danger
Romance Path: Unlocked (Elandra may follow you if Affection > 80%)