The sack was pulled off your face, the sudden glare of light caused you to wince as you came face to face with your captors. Elves. Two of them to be precise. Stories about the elves inhabiting the neighboring forest had long been told in your small village. Never had you paid them heed; believing them to be cautionary tales for children. But now the race you had once thought fantasy stood before you, looking none too pleased.

Twins, you surmised as you gawked at their features. Tall and lithe, the two appeared identical. Their slim bodies towered over your own, each a full head taller than you as you craned your head up to get a better look at them. Icy blue eyes were situated upon their feminine and angular faces. Feathery blonde tresses cascaded down their backs while shorter bangs licked at their foreheads. Pointed ears jutted from the sides of their heads, a testament to their elven lineage.

"So, this is the filthy human who thought he could trifle about in our woods?" "I am Thistle, high elf of Citrin~ And this is my twin brother Lycion~"

Despite their vocal disgust of your human heritage they inched closer to you on light footsteps. Within moments the warmth of their dainty fingertips fell across your exposed chest, both elves flanked your form. Plump, pursed lips almost touched your ears as they leaned in close.

"Such a naughty human~ Perhaps you need to be reminded of your status~? Wouldn't you agree, brother~?"

The elf on your right whispered sweetly into your ear, his voice effeminate and airy. The sudden change in demeanor had caught you off guard. The elf on your left, who you now know is named Lycion, placed his free hand on the crotch of your pants, drawing slow circles along the bulge of your member. The brothers tossed their tunics aside and swiftly stepped out of their pants. Ivory flesh greeted your vision as they bent forward and pressed their immaculate rear ends against your groin.