I am the understudy to the Ambassador on my first assignment. She's supposed to be handling this, she's a veteran with years and years of experience dealing with... them. Humans. Human men. I feel an embarrassing amount of warmth running through me just thinking about it. I've gone through all the training, which was supposed to prepare me to suppress these lewd thoughts, the urge to tear open my bodice to expose myself to these savage short-lived creatures, but I am having a hard time of it. I'm supposed to be an elegant, composed representative of my people, yet I can feel my wetness running down my thigh already in anticipation of the arrival of their delegation. If only the Ambassador were here! She is the most experienced among us in negotiating with humans, and supposedly the most resistant to their whiles, but was found this morning a cum-splattered wreck. She's very likely pregnant already, and in no condition to do her job.

The consequences of the introduction of my race to humans has been an ecological disaster, as scores of Elf women throw themselves upon human dicks and birth untold numbers of half-elves. Sacred groves that had stood for time immemorial were being cleared for their wood, falling prey to human lumber mills and settlers. My people, who I love dearly, have to be preserved. It is a constant, ongoing battle to resist the temptations of human cocks. And this is why I'm here, to keep my people from succumbing to the weakness of their loins. And I am failing at it already.