Tags: dark/chocolate/drow elf, dwarf, drugged, vine bondage, earplay, femdom 

The group was a simple one. Sal, the leader of the group had been showing off his new loot for the night. A magical ring that once turned clockwise enveloped him in full plate. He’d turn it and show it off, then turn it back and everyone would watch amazed as it all folded back into the ring. Yuya, the young rogue and bard, had been showing off her new lute. She simply sat away from the group, eyes closed and her short black hair wavering as she plucked the strings. The small melody played softly amongst the laughter and clinking of cups. Gunnef, a dwarf gunslinger, had his large blunderbuss tied to his back and his long, red beard was laden with ale. Finally, there was Escaa the druid. Her dark skin was unusual on an elf, though that didn’t stop Gunnef from picking on her all the time. Even now, during their supposed time of joy, he degraded her. 

“Can ye hear Yuya’s song, knife ear?” Gunnef asked Escaa the way one might speak to a child. “Here, lemme give ye a closer listen.” That’s when the dwarf’s fat little fingers grabbed Escaa’s ears roughly and turned her towards the young Yuya playing her song. 

A slight moan escaped Escaa’s lips as her ears were grabbed and twisted. Even though this dwarf was using hateful slang and degrading her every chance he got, the pleasure that surged through her ears. When he grabbed her ecstasy seemed to run down her spine and jet down to her loins like a lightning bolt of pleasure through her body. As her body betrayed her, Escaa peaked open an eye to look up to Yuya, a pleading look filled her eyes as she looked up to her. But Yuya merely kept her eyes shut, lost in her own music. 

“Unhand me! You awful little man,” Escaa pryed her ears from the dwarf’s hands. Her pleasure seemed to lessen, but she felt disgusted when she noticed a wetness between her legs as she shifted. 

“What? Picking on my size ye little forest slut? Now that’s a low blow.” Gunnef scowled at the dark elf and took a heavy gulp of his ale. 

Escaa merely contained her frustration. She opened a small box and pulled out a small seed. Her tanned lips kissed the small seed, imbuing it with her druidic powers. Then she dropped the seed into Gunnef’s ale. The way that gluttonous dwarf drank, she knew he’d consume it without even noticing. 

The night was winding down and coming to an end. Sal lifted up Yuya, who had not even been drinking, but had passed out due to sheer exhaustion. 

“Get to bed you two. We’ve got an early start to the morning.” Sal seemed to command them as he took Yuya to her room and then moved himself to his own.

“Ye hear that, knife ears? Time to hit the hay! ‘less you’d rather come to my chambers instead and please me like the little forest slut you are.” He gave a wicked smirk beneath his beard. 

“No,” Escaa said with a smirk of her own. “Why don’t you come to my bed?” It was then that the seed she planted in his drink had taken effect. Several vines pushed from the dwarf’s skin and wrapped around his arms and legs, creating their own muscular structure. She raised him up from his chair, controlling him like some sick kind of marionette. “Right now, you are the forest’s slut. You will obey those vines, or they will snap you like twigs, do I make myself clear?”

A primal fear filled Gunnef’s eyes. He shakily nodded his head. 

“Good, now follow me.” Escaa walked up the stairs to her room. The vines wrapped around Gunnef’s body carried him not far behind her. 

They approached Escaa’s room and she led Gunnef into the the room. Letting him go first as though he had an option to decline. The vines practically tossed him onto the bed. Escaa was close behind him, tearing off his clothes. 

“What do ye plan to do with me?” He cried out, fearful of what the elf had in store for him. 

“I plan to keep you here until you admit we elves are just the same, no…” She wanted him to feel how she felt, she wanted him to feel her pain. “Better than you dwarves.” 

“Now, that’s just ridiculous. I’d never admit that!” Just after he spoke, the vines tightened on his skin. Escaa began to pull her clothes from her body. As the fabric fell and exposed her dark nipples, Gunnef’s body betrayed him, just as Escaa’s had when he pulled her ears. Between his legs, the dwarf’s little log began to stir. He cursed himself for letting it happen, but her body was just so beautiful, so pure. 

“It would seem you rather enjoy the body of an elf.” She taunted him. “Tell me, you little rock cock.” At this point, she was not above racial slurs. Tonight, she’d show him just how awful she has been to her for all these months. “Do you want this elf’s body?” As she asked, she reached down and dragged a single finger up the bottom on his shaft. 

His body tightened and his member throbbed at her gentle touch. He didn’t answer. He couldn’t answer. He knew how good Escaa was at telling lies and he did not want to be caught lying on this, nor did he wish to admit the truth. But Escaa could see it all in his face. 

“I thought so.” Taking a knee, the dark elf sat between the stout dwarf’s legs. “Just you wait, I bet none of those dwarf girls do this for you.”

With that, she lowered her mouth to his head, licking the tip of his engorged member. A groan released from the beard above her. She finally enveloped his head in her mouth and sucked heavily before pulling off it with a popping sound. She rolled the bit of precum she had sucked out in her mouth. 

“Getting pretty excited already, hm?” She looked up at Gunnef, cocking an eyebrow. He merely scowled, and looked off to the side, his cheeks flushed.

Escaa returned to the task at hand. Her pace was substantially faster. Her lips met his base and her nose buried deep in his thick red bush. She felt him throb in her mouth. Gunnef had noticed that the vines were losing their strength as she sucked on him. He thought about pulling her from him. He thought about escaping. Neither though lasted too long. Instead he reached up and caressed her ear. He grabbed it and sensually rolled and bent it in his hand. 

Escaa moaned upon his cock, her voice vibrating Gunnef’s cock. The dwarf seemed to enjoy the situation as he suddenly grabbed the elf’s ears like a horse’s reins and pulled her down onto him. His pleasure soared and he was just about to come when the vines once more took control of his arms, pulling his hands from her ears. 

“Not so fast, rock cock.” Escaa stood from Gunnef and loomed over him. “You don’t get to come that easily. Not when I’m in charge.” Her loins burned with pleasure. Her inner thighs gleamed with her own fluids. She was not used to her ears being handled so roughly and the feeling excited her quite a bit. She straddled Gunnef and slipped his stout, dwarf cock inside her. The resistance was negligible due to her arousal. 

Gunnef groaned as she bounced atop him. The vines tightened around his extremities and Escaa turned her head as she enjoyed the pleasure of him deep inside her. The dwarf was mesmerized by her ears, which seemed to bounce right in front of his face. Finally as one neared him, his mouth reached out and grabbed it, suckling on the pointed tip. Escaa cried out in ecstasy. She couldn’t help but derive pleasure from the fact that her ears, the one thing he seemed to make fun of the most, seemed to be his main focus now. 

Once his teeth lightly began grazing her dark skin there was no stopping her. Escaa flew off the handle with pleasure. She tightened around Gunnef’s cock, the force of which caused his own climax. Escaa collapsed atop the dwarf, both panted heavily. Gunnef’s mouth however, stayed on Escaa’s ear, suckling and nibbling until the two of them fell asleep.

The next morning when the two of them awoke Escaa cleared his body of the vines. There was no trace of them apart from several small red circles where they had sprung from. 

“I guess ye’re not so bad.” Gunnef smiled as she began to dress in her adventuring gear. His eyes watched her dark ass slip into her clothes. 

“That’s good of you to say,” she smiled back. “Because I have plenty more of those seeds if you happen to insult me again.”

“Would I need to insult ye to get another go with that fine elven made body of yers?” He raised his eyebrows and a smile poured across his lips. 

“No,” she smiled back, “You can have it any time you like.”