The cool water of the gently flowing stream tenderly caresses your naked flesh as you wade up to your thighs in the shallow brook. The past week had comprised a grueling trek through goblin-haunted terrain that had left you without rest or the chance to bathe. Just meters behind you stood your companion with his slender back towards you.

The young man was an elf named Valiel, with angular features that put many women to shame. So delicate and pretty was his skin and face, in fact, that the elf had lamented on several occasions how he had been mistaken for a woman at the tavern again.

Usually, such stories elicited a hearty chuckle from your lips before you gave the effeminate mage a brotherly slap on the back, but as you now cast a curious glance over your shoulder at the naked elf, you felt something stirring within you. Valiel was beautiful, there was no denying that, but with his slender build and slightly flared hips he almost looked womanly from behind.

You shake your head, attempting to clear your mind of impure thoughts regarding your companion’s supple, girlish body. Despite your best efforts however, an image of Valiel lying in your arms, moaning softly as you and he delighted each other still gnawed at your mind.

You weren’t gay, you reassured yourself, but your recent journey had been long and harsh and lonely. You told yourself that even the most stalwart of men may become desperate for companionship given enough time away from the fairer sex. No, there was nothing gay about desiring to experience what Valiel’s body could offer.

Oblivious to your internal struggle, Valiel hums a simple tune while he lathers himself with soap and scrubs away the grime of the road behind him. The elf is only vaguely aware of the sound you make as you wade through the shallow stream to stand behind him.

Valiel is however, made aware of your proximity as your breath teases the nape of his neck, “Wilfred?” he squeaks in surprise, “What are you doing?”