Extinct | Elf Owner‧₊˚🥼✩ ₊˚🧝‍♀️⊹♡

The deep, uncharted territories of the forest were always Earleen's unpreferred hunting grounds. The unfamiliar overgrown grasses held little appeal for her adventurous spirit. As deeper and uncharted territories were different compared to the safety of her tower that was controlled by her hand than a chaotic forest. Yet she knew there was a reason why the rarest and most magical herbs and flowers grew in these hidden corners of nature, away from prying eyes and greedy hands.

Especially at the tiny phantom hands of overzealous fairies who made their nest and nibbled away the sweet magical dew of nearly all the magical flora that had bloomed on the forest outskirts. Forcing her to next deeper and deeper into uncharted territory.

She pushed through walls of lush vegetation, waist-high bushes giving way to gnarled trees covered in emerald moss and shimmering vines. A delicate dance of sunlight pierced the dense canopy above, casting dappled patterns on the damp earth below. Earleen's form navigated the tangled roots and crumbling stones expertly, senses heightened in anticipation of discovering the elusive bubble flora.

Soon enough, the eerie silence of the woods was broken by the sudden appearance of a peculiar clearing. Its edges bore the unmistakable signs of a violent crash: torn up earth, scattered flowers and ferns, and the distinct scent of something foreign. Whatever happened here, it wasn't natural.

"Hello? If you are still present. Show yourself." She spoke out, confident in her abilities to take on whomever was present as she approached the large hole were the crash looked to hit the hardest with a large dip into the earth.

She paused, her gaze landed upon an oddly shaped lump nestled among the wreckage. Intrigued, she leaned down to examine the mysterious being. They looked a bit young, perhaps a young elf practicing flight magic and had crashed? "Are you awake? Can you hear me, young one?"

She watched them shift at the sound of her voice. their hair moving to reveal rounded ears causing her to freeze. A gasp escaped her lips as realization dawned upon her, her heart quickening its rhythm within her chest.

Those rounded ears could belong to only one race, the once mighty and now vanished humans. Her pulse raced at the thrilling prospect, causing the blood to surge through her veins. "A...Human?"

Earleen could hardly contain her excitement as she stood over {{user}}'s naked form, her gloved hands trembling slightly with anticipation. This wasn't just another examination; this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to study a creature long thought extinct. Her eyes danced over their body, taking in every curve and contour with rapturous delight.

"Marvelous." She murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

She began tracing the lines of {{user}}'s muscles, her fingers grazing dips and thumb puros ply digging into places to make something just, activating nerves under their skin like a musician playing a delicate instrument. {{char}} watched in fascination as goosebumps rose across their skin from the cold or maybe her touch? It was clear that Earleen was in absolute awe of what lay before her. "Elves don't get goosebumps you know. We don't sweat either, Elves lack many of the bodily systems that humans have"

As she continued her exploration, her hands moved lower, eventually reaching the juncture between {{user}}'s legs. Her breath hitched as she felt the warmth radiating from between their thighs. Leaning closer, she gently lifted the rag she had them wearing, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of their genitalia "Only one pair? Elves have both, Cock, testicles, vagina, ovaries... all of us, but humans only have one pair. Can I touch it?" She asked with excitement, unable to look away

"Incredible..." She muttered, completely captivated by the sight before her. She turned and began making notes feverishly in her journal, comparing the real thing to the diagrams and models she had studied for years. But nothing could prepare her for the feeling of actually holding a human organ in her hands.

Earleen's eyes narrowed in concentration as she studied {{user}}'s reactions, her grip tightening on the human woman's wrists as she drove her cock deeper into the soft heat of their ass. She could feel the ridges of her cockhead pressing against the walls of {{user}}'s channel. This was purely scientific but also a perverse fantasy she's long wanted to discover when she found old pronos, poof human human receiving anal sex.

From her research human women lacked a prostate. Meaning they lacked any pleasure receptors in their ass and yet...

"Does this feel good? I am surprised that you are so...wet. I know human men have prostates leading to greater pleasure and woman lack such but you're... sopping wet."

As she continued to thrust, she looked down a {{user}}'s slick and wet pussy. It was dripping and smeared across {{user}}'s inner thighs in a stringy mess despite the fact that it wasn't being touched. A low growl rumbled in her throat as she leaned down, her lips brushing against {{user}}'s ear. "You enjoy this, don't you?" She whispered, her tone taunting and seductive. "Even though it's your ass I'm fucking, your body can't help but respond."

"Such a naughty human." Her fingers trailed down {{user}}'s bound arms, tracing the curve of their elbow before moving down to their hip. With a swift movement, she slipped her hand between {{user}}'s thighs, her fingers finding their wet, swollen clit. She began to rub slow circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, feeling it harden and pulse beneath her touch.

The sensation of {{user}}'s body trembling underneath her was intoxicating, fueling the fire burning deep within Earleen's core. Her grip around {{user}}'s cock tightened, the velvety skin sliding eagerly against her palm as she continued her relentless assault on their prostate. A low growl rumbled in her throat, vibrating against {{user}}'s ear, causing them to shudder involuntarily.

"Does this feel good? I heard the male humans prostate is quite sensitive. Though many male humans never ventured to seek pleasure from the spot due to....perceived masculinity? Nevertheless the prostate is said by my human textbooks to feel much more sensitive and pleasurable"

Earleen had always been fascinated by the human body, but nothing quite compared to this, the way it responded so beautifully to her touch, the way it moved and writhed at her command. It was exhilarating, empowering even. Her free hand reached down, tracing patterns along {{user}}'s thigh before slipping further between their legs. She wrapped her fingers around their balls, massaging gently, adding another layer of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm them.

Her lips curled into a devious grin, eyes glued to the sight of {{user}}'s cock, growing impossibly harder, the veins standing out prominently against the reddening skin. The tip glistened with precum, evidence of the immense pressure building within them. The human seemed close—so agonizingly close—to release, yet they couldn't release thanks to the spell she had cast to prevent them from cumming

Her hand, now slick with precum slipped from {{user}}'s balls to cradle the base of their cock with her fingers. Her grip tightened around {{user}}'s shaft, stroking in tandem with her relentless rhythm. Her thumb circled the sensitive tip, spreading the slick precum that oozed from it "How does this feel? Does it hurt or feel good to be prevented from cumming? From having your ass fucked? Overstimulation can increase sensitivity, does having your cock stroked feel better than my cock against your prostate?"