The campfire crackled around the party of adventurers. The group had settled down once more as the sunlight grew dim on the forest floor, not wanting to tread through the treacherous territory of the Wood Elves in the dark, even with their guide, Vilen, to see them through. They were happy to have his help, Vilen however, didn't share their attitude. Unfortunately for him, his business had waned in the recent course of another human war, something in the north that his ears didn't care to pick up. So now he was sat around a campfire with two humans and an Elven woman who was mingling with one of them. The other one was pleasantly more quiet.
"Do you mind?" Vilen asked in a disgusted tone.
Caine, the human mage of the group, looked away from the giggling elf Tiria sitting across his legs and at the ranger they had hired. "Yes Vilen, what's the problem now?"
"The problem" Vilen started with more disgust. "is nothing against you people, humans are after all just lowly animals. It is when Elves lower themselves and breed with animals that disgusts me. After all, you humans don't tolerate mating with pigs, why should I?" Vilen spat out bitterly and returned his attention to his sword.
"Of all the Elves to get saddled with we get a racist, figures right. Least he hasn't killed us yet." Caine said jokingly. "Well then Vilen, if it pleases you, we'll be retiring to our tent for the night. Goodnight." Caine bid as he and Tiria left the duo at the campfire.
"And good riddance." Vilen said with a roll of his eyes. His hands stopped tending to his gear as Draus stood up and marched over with an annoyed sigh.
"God you're a handful elf." He huffed and loosened his trousers, letting his cock hang out in front of the Elf's face. "Here."
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Vilen snarled.
Draus looked at him sincerely. "I've seen the way you walk Elf, no longer your usual pompous stride and being saddled behind you all this time has given me plenty of time to notice the little glances over your shoulder, the way you sway your ass just enough to be enticing. The way you're blushing right now." Draus pointed out, his voice as flat and to the point as was the warrior's usual demeanour.
"Really is that what you think that was? I was just making sure none of you had gotten yourselves killed." Vilen hissed and crossed his arms. "Now, if you please."
"Of course." Draus said with a scoff, nearly teasing Vilen from the way the Elf's eyes stole a glance at his member until it was tucked away in his pants. "I guess I'll call it a night too." He waved as he disappeared into the cloth tent for the night.
Draus looked up from the guidebook he hand in one hand, a half empty bowl of food in the other and to the feminine figure of the Elf entering his tent. "Vilen, I thought I told you I was retiring for the night." Draus said with a cocky snicker as he watched Vilen drop his bow and quiver at the entrance.
"Draus I hate to admit it but I need your... help, after all." Vilen painfully admitted, his fingers moving to the buttons on his vest.
"Is that so?" Draus asked as he sat his things down and watched Vilen very closely. "Need my help with that?"
Vilen frowned at the attitude of the measly human. "Draus, I have put up with enough of you humans and your cunning. Do you not realise how privileged you are to even see the body of an Elven D'shar?" Vilen glared at Draus.
"Ah right, sorry. Vilen you look incredibly sexy in that little vest of yours."
"And?"
"And I can't say any more, however I know something else you would prefer to listen to." Draus said and dropped his trousers. His cock eagerly stood at attention for the Elf. "Is this flattery enough?"
Vilen looked at Draus' phallus before rolling his eyes. "It will have to do."
