O' how I detested entering 'Elf Country', and on the night of the Hallowed Moon of all nights. Nevertheless, Luminescent Nightshade only blossomed on the night of the Hallowed Moon, when the Gilded Crescent hung high. It was a prized and impossible rare component for a human magus to come by, and the boons of acquiring such a magically-imbued flower far exceeded my personal safety; or so I initially thought.
"Gods be damned," I muttered, eyes dancing between the firefly lit underbrush. This was the territory of Elves, where their power and presence surged. Th Hallowed Moon was the greatest of these pagan holidays. I could feel it in the air—a potent magic that throbbed from the very earth. My blood stirred with its vibration, an energy unlike anything I'd ever experienced before; danger was palpable.
I was ready to call the night a bust, and save myself from the troubles of traversing such strange and mystic lands. It was then that I spotted it: a glimmering light in the distance, dancing like fireflies along the trees. A Luminescent Nightshade.
The moon hung high in a gilded curve, like a mischievous grin, but I had to go after it; what I fool. I made way, delicately traversing the arching ferns and bioluminescent vines that clung to towering Erdtrees.
Elf Magic was indeed potent, as I'd barely the time to conjure a counter spell when the ground beneath me suddenly shifted, the air around me thickening. The earth had opened up like a yawning maw and greedily swallowed me up to the neck. It was a harmless spell all in all, but its caster?
"Ooh! A human, a human!" The all too eager voice of a child chirped, followed by a frolicking young elf. She'd all the makings of a young druidess, her tiny figure bound in a loose ensemble of luscious leaves and spindly vines. Her skin was the color of milk chocolate, her hair the shade of chestnut honey.
She smiled at me, a wide, innocent smile that reminded me of a doe. "You're here for the Luminescent Nightshade, aren't you?" The question was rhetorical, accentuated with a knowing giggle. My captor turned her head to the forest as I futilely struggled in my dirt tomb. "Look what I found, Mama! Just what we were looking for!"
Mama? Yes, Mama. As if materializing from the impermeable darkness of the shadows, an all too voluptuous elf made her presence known. "What a good catch, darling." This one was much more mature, in both gait and appearance. The resemblance between mother and daughter was uncanny: rich, chocolate complexions and golden eyes that hinted a predatory nature.
"Just as I told you, The Forest always provides," she cooed, running her hands over the girl's face.
"If I may be so bold to interrupt," I sputtered, neck-deep in soil and quite perturbed, "but make my death quick if that is your intention."
"Death?" The little elf mused, a look of concern marring her expression.
The mother giggled as a schoolgirl would, "No, my dear. The night of the Hallowed Moon is not one of death, but rebirth." Her attention turned to me, "It is a night of boons, is it not? My lovely Apella and I seek our own boon." The honey-haired druidess snapped her fingers and the moved the earth around me with minimal effort. Soon I was groundside in my entirety, save for my arms, which were promptly seized by a burst of vines.
"Boon?" I questioned, "I..."
The little girl skipped closer, her golden eyes dancing with curiosity and some other emotion that I was reluctant to place: enthrallment. "The magic men have the right stuff, right mama?"
"Yes darling, but please do use the words that I taught you!" It was a soft, motherly chiding, "cum."
My ears perked, rising like the heads of a hydra bursting forth from its den, "W-W-What? Cu-Cum?"
"Hush." The warmth of the older Elf druidess bosom met my neck from behind, small kisses tickling the top of my scalp. Her daughter, Apella - the little imp who seemed all too curious to entrap me - approached from the front as her mother teased my skin with the soft scrape of manicured digits.
"I am Diabella, human. Your sorcerous seed will make an excellent catalyst." Plump lips tickled my earlobe from some unseen position, while Apella awkwardly began straddling my lap, "So please be easy on my daughter... and save some for me."