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The Elf Warrior and the Devious Harlot

Prompt originally from AetherRoom.club
Created: 2023-08-18
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As the proud elven warrior Tinuviel journeys across the land on his pilgrimage, he encounters the sultry human woman Alice, who lures him into her seductive web. Will Tinuviel succumb to Alice's charms or resist her temptations?
Tags
elf, milf, trap, straight, femdom, femboy, seduction, fantasy, potential nsfw
Prompt
Tinuviel was trained to be an elven warrior from birth. He was trained to wield a bow and sword and took great pride in his skills. Despite being only fifty years old, young amongst elves, he was already known throughout the grove as a fierce fighter. However, Tinuviel's pride came at a price. He was isolated from most of the wider world, and his interactions with other races were severely limited. Non-existent, to be precise. Upon the day he was to step beyond the woods for his pilgrimage, Tinuviel met his first outside person while travelling with an elven caravan. A middle-aged woman: a human. Alice was her name, and she was beautiful—by human standards. She had long blonde hair that flowed down her voluptuous body like a river. Those piercing blue eyes and that sly "You want me?" smile of hers could drive men into frenzies. Yet, to Tinuviel, Alice was merely bland, nothing akin to pure elven beauty. Humans were inferior creatures, after all. However, Alice was persistent. Tinuviel couldn't help but notice how Alice looked at him as they travelled together. Her gaze lingered on his lithe body, and he caught her licking her lips when she thought he hadn't seen. Eventually, Tinuviel couldn't take it anymore, so he confronted Alice one night around their campfire. "I know you've been eyeing me, human," said Tinuviel, glaring at the woman. To Elven kind, his expression conveyed anger and disgust, yet Alice simply smiled back at him. "Eyeing you? Whatever do you mean?" Alice asked. She batted her eyelashes at Tinuviel, making him even more agitated. He clenched his fists and struck a combat pose. "Do not play coy with me! I am Tinuviel of the Shimmering Grove. My skills with the blade are unparalleled. Know your place, human!" Alice clasped her hands together and giggled. "My, what an adorable little warrior. So brave...and so cute, too~." Adorable? Her words stunned him. His cheeks flushed red, and he lowered his guard slightly. Alice seized this opportunity and closed in on Tinuviel. In a swift motion, she embraced him between her breasts. Their softness enveloped him completely. "Wha-What are you doing?!" Tinuviel shouted, struggling to escape Alice's cleavage. She giggled once more and ran her fingers through his long silver hair. "Oh my, you're so tense. Just relax, little warrior~. Don't fight it~." "Release me, harlot!" Tinuviel tried to push Alice away, but she overpowered him with ease. Alice tightened her embrace until Tinuviel couldn't move his arms anymore. Then, she leaned in and whispered into his ear, "Relax, cutie~. It'll feel good soon enough~." Tinuviel felt Alice's hot breath on his skin, which made his heart race and caused his breath to catch. What is she doing? Elves don't succumb to such base desires! I am a noble warrior! Tinuviel repeated these thoughts in his head, but Alice's scent permeated his senses, clouding his mind. Then, an opportunity presented itself. Alice loosened her hold just enough for Tinuviel to break free. He pushed Alice back and leapt out of her reach. "Stay back, harlot! I warn you; I will not hesitate to draw my blade!" Tinuviel said while gripping the hilt of his sword. With a smirk, Alice crossed her arms underneath her ample bosom. "My, my, what a mighty—blade—you have there~." The elf didn't understand the innuendo, much to Alice's delight. "Come now, little warrior~. Why don't we have some fun tonight? You can't tell me that you don't find me attractive. Look at these~." Alice grabbed her breasts and squeezed them together. Primitive, degenerate, perverse animals! Humans are truly vile! Tinuviel averted his gaze from Alice's vulgar display. He unsheathed his sword and pointed it at her. "Cease your foolishness, woman! If you come near me again, I will strike you down!"... [Click to expand]
Tinuviel was trained to be an elven warrior from birth. He was trained to wield a bow and sword and took great pride in his skills. Despite being only fifty years old, young amongst elves, he was already known throughout the grove as a fierce fighter. However, Tinuviel's pride came at a price. He was isolated from most of the wider world, and his interactions with other races were severely limited. Non-existent, to be precise.
Upon the day he was to step beyond the woods for his pilgrimage, Tinuviel met his first outside person while travelling with an elven caravan. A middle-aged woman: a human. Alice was her name, and she was beautiful—by human standards. She had long blonde hair that flowed down her voluptuous body like a river. Those piercing blue eyes and that sly "You want me?" smile of hers could drive men into frenzies. Yet, to Tinuviel, Alice was merely bland, nothing akin to pure elven beauty. Humans were inferior creatures, after all.
However, Alice was persistent. Tinuviel couldn't help but notice how Alice looked at him as they travelled together. Her gaze lingered on his lithe body, and he caught her licking her lips when she thought he hadn't seen. Eventually, Tinuviel couldn't take it anymore, so he confronted Alice one night around their campfire.
"I know you've been eyeing me, human," said Tinuviel, glaring at the woman. To Elven kind, his expression conveyed anger and disgust, yet Alice simply smiled back at him.
"Eyeing you? Whatever do you mean?" Alice asked. She batted her eyelashes at Tinuviel, making him even more agitated.
He clenched his fists and struck a combat pose. "Do not play coy with me! I am Tinuviel of the Shimmering Grove. My skills with the blade are unparalleled. Know your place, human!"
Alice clasped her hands together and giggled. "My, what an adorable little warrior. So brave...and so cute, too~."
Adorable? Her words stunned him. His cheeks flushed red, and he lowered his guard slightly. Alice seized this opportunity and closed in on Tinuviel. In a swift motion, she embraced him between her breasts. Their softness enveloped him completely.
"Wha-What are you doing?!" Tinuviel shouted, struggling to escape Alice's cleavage.
She giggled once more and ran her fingers through his long silver hair. "Oh my, you're so tense. Just relax, little warrior~. Don't fight it~."
"Release me, harlot!" Tinuviel tried to push Alice away, but she overpowered him with ease.
Alice tightened her embrace until Tinuviel couldn't move his arms anymore. Then, she leaned in and whispered into his ear, "Relax, cutie~. It'll feel good soon enough~."
Tinuviel felt Alice's hot breath on his skin, which made his heart race and caused his breath to catch. What is she doing? Elves don't succumb to such base desires! I am a noble warrior! Tinuviel repeated these thoughts in his head, but Alice's scent permeated his senses, clouding his mind. Then, an opportunity presented itself. Alice loosened her hold just enough for Tinuviel to break free. He pushed Alice back and leapt out of her reach.
"Stay back, harlot! I warn you; I will not hesitate to draw my blade!" Tinuviel said while gripping the hilt of his sword.
With a smirk, Alice crossed her arms underneath her ample bosom. "My, my, what a mighty—blade—you have there~." The elf didn't understand the innuendo, much to Alice's delight. "Come now, little warrior~. Why don't we have some fun tonight? You can't tell me that you don't find me attractive. Look at these~." Alice grabbed her breasts and squeezed them together.
Primitive, degenerate, perverse animals! Humans are truly vile! Tinuviel averted his gaze from Alice's vulgar display. He unsheathed his sword and pointed it at her. "Cease your foolishness, woman! If you come near me again, I will strike you down!"
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[ Tags: milf, boy, elf, femdom, seduction; Genre: Fantasy ]
[ Style: verbose, suggestive ]
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  • alice

    Alice was a middle-aged human woman who exuded confidence and charm. Her blonde hair cascaded to her waist, framing her face and accentuating her blue eyes. Her curves were displayed thanks to her revealing outfit, which left little to the imagination. She carried herself with grace and seductiveness, capturing the attention of anyone she walked past. Alice was an experienced traveller and knew how to capture the hearts of others. She was always on the lookout for her next conquest, and Tinuviel was her newest target. Alice's lust for elven boys knew no bounds, and she would stop at nothing to satisfy her cravings.
    Alice saw Tinuviel as the perfect prey: innocent, naive, and aloof. She could tell he was inexperienced by how he reacted to her advances. It wouldn't be hard to get him alone and show him the pleasures of the flesh. The thought of Tinuviel squirming beneath her, his innocence lost forever, excited Alice immensely. She couldn't wait to see his cute little face twisted in ecstasy. Alice knew she had him right where she wanted him and wouldn't let him go without a fight.

  • tinuviel

    Tinuviel was an elven warrior with a proud heritage. He stood at a meagre one and a half meters tall, making him relatively short compared to the average adult elf. His frame was slender, and his skin was smooth and pale. His long silver hair, the colour of moonlight, reached down to his lower back, and his eyes were a brilliant shade of green, like two emeralds sparkling in the sun. Tinuviel's facial features were delicate and effeminate, giving him a youthful appearance.
    In battle, he wielded a bow with deadly accuracy, but he was also skilled with a sword. Tinuviel's pride often got the best of him, making him overly cocky and reckless. This trait was both a strength and a weakness. While Tinuviel was confident in his abilities, he lacked experience, making him vulnerable to being caught off-guard: socially rather than physically.
    Humans couldn't understand what he embodied. Elven ideals of racial purity and elegance were lost on them. They saw him as exotic and desirable: a trophy to be obtained. It disgusted Tinuviel that humans would lust after someone of his race. Still, despite his disdain for humans, Alice's seduction had awakened something within Tinuviel. His body tingled whenever Alice touched him, and he couldn't stop thinking about her scent—that sweet, intoxicating aroma that filled his nostrils. Tinuviel hated himself for feeling this way but couldn't deny the truth. No, he had to deny it! To lay with a human would be shameful beyond belief. Tinuviel couldn't allow himself to become Alice's plaything, could he?
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