Moon Elf's Reputation

This one’s been working in the background for a while now. So long that I’m not positive where this one came from. I’m sure that moon elves are a thing in some game or another, but I’d never heard of it before. I felt like playing with the fact that there’s so damn many types of elves that there’d be a night-elf looking variant that was their horny, disgraced cousins. Elves that will instinctively go cum-brain at the mere mention of sex and get off to everything. It became a bit of a Healslut style sympathy story, where she’s happy with what she’s doing but can’t get no respect because she’s from a species of sluts and is inarguably a slut herself because of her ancestral curse.

Titsiana probably IS a decent rogue, but she rarely gets the chance to prove it. I think rogues/thieves in general are the type that are situationally amazing and kind of forgettable in others. You’re glad when you need some sneaking or trap-fixing, but otherwise she’s kind of a bother who’s trying to assure you she’s better than she seems.

Also writing filthy, pretentious ye olde talk was super fun.

Moon elves were one of many races of Faerelia, which varied from dwarves to humans to over a dozen different types of elves. One of the eldest of all races, elves had prospered in the time before the others had arrived. It enabled them to spread across the world in their own secluded circles, forming their own religions and cultures as offshoots of the traditionally scholarly and peaceful "ancient elf."

All the races had their stereotypes, but everyone knew the reputation of the moon elves. When they went into seclusion, their worship of the fertility goddess became nothing but an indulgent cult. Their goddess was so displeased with them that she cursed their entire race, giving them ashen gray skin and making them repulsed by their own kind. Moon elf would never lay with moon elf, and they were left magically incapable of breeding with their own kind. In broader terms, they were seen a species of stripperific nymphomaniacs who would fuck anyone given half the chance.

To be fair, they weren't far off from the truth. While long-lived, the moon elves understood the necessity of mating to keep their kind alive. Since they weren’t attracted to anyone within their species, they naturally tried to compensate for their doubts about their looks. Skimpy attire, long and tended hair, makeup and a full set of abs were standard fare for your passing moon elf.

The one entering the guild hall was an exemplary specimen. Her skin was as smooth and gray as polished marble. Narrow eyes with silver pupils shone in the slightest light, thin black lines tattooed from near her tear ducts and stopping short of the base of one of her six-inch long pointed ears. She stood an amazonian six feet tall while having a remarkably slender waist, even if it was surrounded by a six pack, wide and wiggling hips, and a set of chalky gray E cups. Purple-painted lips made her stark white teeth stand out like ghosts in the night and her long ears showed off a trio of short earrings pierced into her right one. Elven runes were tattooed across her lower back, framing the upper curve of her ass just above her tight-fitting, low-hanging pants. Her top was little more than a leather bra studded with gemstones, letting her breasts bob rather freely from side to side as she walked. Raven black hair hung long and smooth across her shoulders, temptingly bobbing some strands near her cleavage while most of it ended just short of her runic tramp stamp. The anciently slutty tattoo was barely cut off by what looked like an expensively fancy bikini bottom lined with dangling beads, which failed to cover all of her ass crack.

"Hold, fellow adventurers!" she called in a bold, clear voice. A trio of armed men frowned as they stopped midway through rising from their table to exit the guild hall. The elf approached with her thigh-high boots clacking as she approached. "If you are preparing for a quest, I would gladly accompany thee! I do not see a rogue in thy presence!"

"Yea, but no," a chunky man with a massive shield muttered. "We're good. Not gonna be a lot of traps out in the middle of the swamp."

"Thou would be surprised!" the moon elf tutted with a wink. "The frogmen can be quite crafty, the fiends."

"Look here, poon elf," warned an orc as he stepped in front of the busty gray elf. "If you're looking for a cock to suck, quit wasting our time and wait until we get back. I'm sure we can toss a few copper at you so you feel a little a little better about jumpin' on every dick you see."

The elf's eyes gleamed as an offended look crossed her face. "How darest thou!? Titsiana Boobalicious is a genuine master o'er the craft of thievery!"

"Stealing cum, maybe," the dwarf of the party snorted.

"And nobody talks like that anymore. You can stop being pretentious," the orc added. Titsiana scowled at him. It wasn't her fault if her family was very traditional about their ancient and formal way of speech. The shieldbearer rubbed his beard thoughtfully.

"Wait, what was that name again?"

Titsiana's eyes lit up. "Tis I, Lady Titsiana Boobalicious!" she gladly repeated.

"And who were your folks?"

"I am the heir of mine mother Labiana Boobsmith and father Cortezian Longfellow."

"Ohhh ok," the shieldmaster nodded. His comrades looked at him quizzically and he shrugged. "I have no fucking clue who that is," he laughed. "I just wanted to hear more of her stupid moon elf names."

"Craig, you're a son of a bitch," the dwarf laughed as they walked past Titsiana. She was fuming from the sleight when the orc slapped her on her barely-covered ass. "Hey, save a room for us in the quarters. Keep the bed warm and maybe I'll fill you up when we're through."

The proud moon elf glared after the mocking adventurers. She had been on plenty of quests and trained for years to become so skilled at her craft. Just because her race's hormones were out of control and yes that orc had a very nice-looking ass right now didn't make her any less of a hero. She still stood there for a minute, gathering her composure. She was already a little wet from that smack on the ass and she didn't want to go making a fool of herself so quickly after her latest humiliation. It was just more difficult to be taken seriously as a moon elf in this day and age.

She tried a few more of the tables at the guild hall, which was more of a glorified bar at this time of day. There was the bulletin board with posted quests and errands that were needed, with the nomadic adventurers making a tidy living off of them through the Hero's Guild. 

"Hey, melf!" Titsiana turned her head at the less-degrading term, seeing a human in leather armor waving her over. He sat with a demidevil woman and a male halfling, both of whom looked at her with some skepticism despite the man's inviting expression.

"I am dubbed Titsiana Boobalicious,” she replied nobly. “What is it you would ask of me, mortal?” 

“Aren’t moon elves mortal too? You don’t age but you sure do die just as easily from a sword to the neck,” the demidevil interrupted. The red-skinned woman had long, back-swept horns in her black hair and a forked fail beneath her armored skirt. A runed and twisting metal staff marked her as a warlock, which forced Titsiana to bite back her displeasure. Her reputation as a slut preceded her, but she had a natural distrust of half-demons.

“You know what, Zell? Not the important question,” the human answered diplomatically. A long bow was slung across his back and a trim beard coated his chin. “I’ve heard you’re a rogue looking for work. Is that true?”

“Aye!” Titsiana answered proudly. “I have spent many a year in-”

“No, that’s fine,” the man cut in. "I believe you. We're just looking for a fourth to even out the party and a rogue should be fine. We're hunting down blight-bats in the Furrow Dungeons. We'd mostly just need you to watch over the camp and if it comes down to it, maybe unlock some doors."

Titsiana pretended to consider it briefly. She didn't have any other quests or parties lined up. "Agreed! It shall be an honor to slay-"

"Yup," the archer said quickly. "Sounds good." He slid her their guild contract. It took Titsiana a moment to see past her own chest and realize she was supposed to sign it. She stooped over and scrawled out her elaborate signature, giving the others at the table plenty of time to memorize her deep, gray cleavage.

The group headed out promptly. The adventurers weren't especially chatty, but with some prying, Titsiana had gathered their names and classes: Zell the demonkin warlock, Darren the human hunter, and Finn the halfling monk. The trip to the old kingdom of Furrow wasn't a long one. Striking out in mid-day, they still got to the edge of the ruins by nightfall. They had reached the crumbling walls when Darren made a sharp gesture with his fingers. Zell and Finn quickly stopped in their tracks and started to unpack, leaving Titsiana staring at them witlessly.

"What doth appear to be the matter?" the elf asked, her small pack slung over one shoulder. It was more of a large purse than a backpack, given how little elves needed to eat and sleep, and it wasn't like she had much clothing to pack.

"Making camp," Finn said. The two and a half-foot man with the scruffy brown hair and simplistic clothes repeated Darren's gesture.  "Old travel signs for 'lay camp."

Titsiana's ears couldn't help but twitch at the word lay, but she nodded quietly. "I see. But there is yet daylight, and we wouldst be in the darkness in the dungeons ne'ertheless. And surely my keen elven eyes and-"

"Then you've obviously never hunted blight bats," Darren sighed as he started pitching their tent. "They're full of demonic plagues, nocturnal and vicious as hells by night. Their sleep cycle's all by day and they're heavy sleepers, so they'll be nice and groggy if we go in the late morning."

Titsiana hissed through her perfect teeth as she averted her gaze. It did make a lot more sense than her idea of showing off her night vision. These adventurers clearly had a better grasp about what they were doing than she did, and frankly she didn’t like it. They worked quickly and efficiently to set up their camp before Darren left to do some scouting for any game or enemies. Zell sat on a log and snapped her fingers, summoning a fire and a cooking pot full of water before she produced a book, busying herself with it and ignoring everyone else.

Finn finished setting up the rest of the site and walked over to Titsiana. She had passed the time looking befuddled yet sexy with a hand on one outthrust hip. Finn snapped his fingers to catch her attention as he undid his simple leather belt. "Yes?" Titsiana asked. "How may I assist my half-heighted comrade?"

“Just by doing what you do best.” The halfling dropped his pants, a rather impressive erection for his short size flopping out into the open air. Titsiana stared at the massive slab of a dick with wide and hungry eyes. “Darren and me drew cards when you weren’t paying attention, so I got to be first.”

“Are you seriously doing this now?” Zell asked impatiently. The halfling nodded, so Zell sighed and gestured around herself in a circle. A quick pentagram appeared, flashing a rune for Silence in demonic script before she went back to her book, keeping herself blissfully unaware of whatever they were doing.

Finn looked back at Titsiana expectantly, the silvery elf still looking entranced by his package. “So? You just going to look all night. Or should I put this thing away?”

“No!” Titsiana blurted more eagerly than she intended to. “I would be glad to extend my talents to aid the party.” 

As always, the elf’s instincts won out over her pride. She got to her knees and when that wasn’t enough, she went to all fours to lower her head for the hung halfling. He was especially thick but Titsiana was an expert on such matters. Her huge breasts dragged in the dirty ground of the campsite as she desperately sucked him off, leaking drool down the shaft and into his hairy thighs. Her eyes rolled back as any shame and pride seemed to vanish from her face, moaning noisily as she slid her head back and forth. 

“There’s a good girl,” Finn hummed in approval. “You like that do ya?”

“Mmhmmn!” Titsiana nodded rapidly, her cock-sucking lips stretching out far to fit as much of the halfling dick in her that she could at once. It was said that the elder moon elves had an entire language they could communicate with that could be spoken even with a lover’s genitals in their mouth, but Titsi only knew a few phrases herself. Finn didn’t seem to mind as her pumping head just made her mouth tug at his cock more firmly. Her tongue ran along each curve and vein like she was trying to memorize its shape. Finn grunted and rested a hand on her head like she was an affectionate pet, but it only served to get Titsiana even hornier. Her slender legs and thick hips humped at the air behind her as if naturally expecting a second partner to take her from behind. Her mouth finally parted enough to let the cock slide out, letting the wet shaft slide along her cheek while she swallowed the halfling’s balls into her mouth. She gave a long and needy moan, shaking her head to bob his sac around her lips and tongue. It made her jugs wobble around, slapping together audibly while his sloppy dick smacked her in the face. Titsiana’s slim elven nostrils huffed down the smell of wet dick like an old family recipe, shuddering with pleasure.

Between all of Titsi’s shaking, bouncing and slurping, Finn quickly shot his seed across her ashen face and ebony hair. Titsiana kept the nuts cradled in her mouth until they were pulled away from her with a wet pop, licking the lingering flavor from her lips as she savored the dribbling cum running down her pointed elven nose and cheeks.

“By the jiggling sacred teats of Ariella!” Titsiana moaned in a quick prayer to the goddess of milfs (quite different from the goddess of mothers or fertility, when you looked closely at the moon elf pantheon). She barely held herself up on all fours in her ditzy daze as Finn stepped back with a sigh.

“Yea, that’s the good shit alright,” he noted, drawing a handkerchief from his pocket. He was about to clean himself up when Titsiana grabbed his softening cock.

“Halt! Wait!” she insisted.

“What? You need another dose for your dinner, Tits? Cuz I’m gonna need a drink and a couple-”

“No! Pray, not… exactly.” Titsiana looked greedily at a fresh trickle of white running down his veiny shaft. She bit her lip but shook her head. “I wouldst be of ill manner if I were to partake of anything from a host while leaving a mess behind.”

Finn frowned at her in confusion, but tucked his spare cloth back into his pocket. “You moonies are weird,” he grumbled. “But if that’s your honor or whatever, then go to town, Tits.”

“That I shall, mine generous Finn.”

“And try not to talk like that,” Finn groaned as Titsiana meekly licked up the trickling remains of his orgasm.

“You two about finished?” Darren spoke gruffly as he dropped a small wild hog off his shoulders near the fire.

“Hey, it was her idea to take this long!” Finn objected. Titsiana flinched, but didn’t take her tongue from his cock as she still had work to do. Cudelia, the elven goddess of aftercare and hospitality, was quite clear on this kind of thing. After all, he wasn’t wrong.

“So much for never seeing your freaky hobbit dick again,” Darren sighed. “Just part of the risks in taking a moon elf along.”

“To be fair, I was against it,” Zell said as she cut off the silence spell. She gave a few words and gestures as hunks of meat suddenly burst out of the pig in a strangely bloodless mess, levitating over the fire.

“Well we all got ways of making ourselves useful,” Darren said with a shrug. I scout and shoot. You handle the utility spells. Finn punches stuff in the dick…”

“And how!” he added proudly as Titsiana finally let him put his cock away.

“And the elf… keeps the camp a little happier.”

“Also traps,” she added as she went through the clumsy but familiar process of cleaning cum out of her canyon of cleavage. “And should you require any dagger work, I assure you with all confidence-”

“I’d rather not find out where you’re hiding them,” Zell snorted, getting a laugh out of the boys. The camp was quiet for the rest of the evening, eating over some curt conversation and planning. Titsiana ate more than she needed to seem polite, with all confidence that her elven physique just made it manifest in her tits and ass almost exclusively. As night settled in, Zell kept watch, casting a minor illusion to disguise their camp from any wandering monsters. Finn and Darren went to their tents, but the hunter gestured for Titsiana to follow.

“You comin’, Tits?”

“Verily!” she chimed. “Though mine friends would call me Titsi.”

“Cute,” he said, ignoring it completely and removing his pants. “On your back then. It’s been a long hike and I could use some proper bedrest.”

“Of course, master Darren.” Just being this close and alone with Darren (or anyone, really) got Titsi’s skin tingling. Her sharp ears focused on the intimate sounds of just his breathing and the shifting tent mixed with his lusting aroma. Darren took her by her skimpy top and pulled, but it slipped away far easier than he was expecting as he stumbled back. Titsiana’s eyes went as wide as her smile as she reflexively sat on the laid out sleeping bag and spread her legs, letting her skimpy bottoms cling to her damp pussy. Even if she hadn’t already been aroused from sucking off Finn, she would have been just as horny from these few seconds of being loosely pawed by the assertive human.

“Enjoy my bountiful gifts as you will, good sir,” Titsiana encouraged as she planted her hands on the floor, spreading her shoulders to thrust out her wildly bobbing orbs. Darren crudely kicked off his pants and mounted her, hardly having to touch the supernaturally lusty elf to set her off. Her eyes glazed over as pleasure overtook her once again, generations of elven indulgence flooding her brain. She wrapped her hands around her grim party member’s back and kissed him hungrily. Her slender body dragged along the blankets at the hung ranger plowed into her, jiggling her hard enough that her buoyant breasts kept slapping together. Her eyes rolled back as her mouth hung open, the tips of her pointed ears dragging behind her head. Even her regal tone of voice was reduced to horny babbling after a few rough and deep thrusts of her sudden lover. Her mouth just hung open, sputtering a few witless elven curses as Darren used her like a 6 foot sex doll. 

With her toned thighs spread out flexibly to either side and the taste of halfling cock still on her lips, the more primitive and cursed parts of her brain took over as she shuddered and came despite any poor treatment so far. He pussy clenched around Darren’s shaft, encouraging him to keep ramming into it. That just dragged his veiny shaft along her swelling and throbbing clit, her sensitive slit sending piercing waves of lust through her body. Darren scoffed under his heavy breathing as Titsiana seemed to overreact to his slightest humping, no matter how much deeper her pussy seemed to go in her long and slender body.

Titsi spasmed through two more orgasms, but with all her wild howling and bucking the human had no idea how many she went through. He finally came inside her, a long streak of cum shooting inside her. By the time he pulled out of her, there was a rich, wet squelch as her sopping pussy oozed her overflowing juices onto his sleeping bag. A small price, he figured.

“Alright, you done?”

“Verily, sir! Thank you!” she said with a quiver behind her pretentious voice. She shifted over to all fours, and just like with Finn, she ran her tongue along his shaft to clean her orgasmic mess off his shaft. Darren was already starting to soften, but he wasn’t about to turn down her oral cleaning services. With a smack of her lips she finally peeled her mouth back off of him, batting her eyes at the slightly less grim-faced hunter.

“I shall… see myself out,” Titsiana muttered at last. She rose, curtsied, then picked up her underwear before hopping out of the tent. Zell was still sitting on a rock, the demoness flipping through one of her books.

“Hail, fellow adventurer!” Titsiana called as she approached, brushing some of her sweaty (but somehow still perfectly elegant) hair back behind her shoulder. “Art thou to take the first watch?”

“Not really,” she said drearily. “I was on watch until you finished doing whatever you did with the boys. Now it’s your turn.” Zell snapped her book shut and got off her perch. “You don’t sleep, right?”

“Not exactly… then perhaps you would care to stay and keep me comp-”

“Not a chance. I’m not that desperate and you smell like dick and leaves.”

“The… leaves would be my cologne,” the elf mumbled as the demidevil stepped into her tent. Titsiana sat daintily on one of the simple stones around the camp, looking around the darkening woods. She supposed she was the best bet to act as a lookout; as a moon elf, she could see in the dark and only had to sleep every few days, to say nothing of her keen ears. She decided that they were clearly entrusting her with a lot of responsibility for a newcomer to the party and she wouldn’t let them down. 

Titsiana kept quiet for the most part, scrubbing or preening herself while humming old elven courting songs (which for moon elves meant most of them). Even bored and slightly distracted, after a few hours she was able to pick up on the high-pitched shrieks followed by rustling among the trees. Tisti gasped and ran to the nearest tent.

“Hark, Lady Zell! Methinks I hear blight-bats drawing close!” she called, shaking the tent flap desperately.

“Dammit, Tits. No means no, you dumb melf!” the demidemon grumbled. Titsiana’s ears perked up as the sounds grew closer.

“Sir Finn! Sir Darren!” she hissed as she ran over to the other tents. “Bats approach!”

“They shouldn’t be this far from the central ruins,” Darren grumbled, but he at least stirred from his sleep. “Why would they be here?”

“I… I know not! But I hear them most keenly!”

Darren went quiet for a moment as even he could hear the approaching squeaks. “Dammit. What’s riling them up,” he growled as he opened up the flap. Finn stumbled out sleepily, but not a moment too soon as a bunch of the black and green creatures swooped out from the trees. They were notably more monstrous than common bats, particularly in being as large as medium-sized dogs. Their broad mouths flashed flashed large fangs and wide, forked tongues.

“And who says it’s bad luck bringing a moony along?” Finn scoffed as he straightened his stance. He leapt into the air and socked one of the bats in the snout with a palm strike, knocking it out cold on the ground. 

Darren started firing arrows to down a few more and a streak of blue from Zell’s finger froze another in a block of ice. Even Titsiana drew one of her spare knives and threw it with impressive skill between the eyes of a bat.

As fast as they were taking them out, the swarming blight bats proved too many. One dove and rammed into Zell, knocking her into her tent. It went down around her as she became too tangled in the material to cast her spells. Finn knocked out a few more bats before one managed to bite his arm. It didn’t cut terribly deep into the skin but the halfling suddenly wavered and collapsed.

“Sir Darren! I fear our monk bears the wretched curse of anemia!” Titsiana shouted as she flailed her knife to keep the bats at bay.

“It’s not that, you dumb slut!” he barked back. “Blight bats have a paralyzing poison in their bite. Don’t let them hit  you!” The normally grim archer was growing tenser as the bats started to close in and he couldn’t keep his aim on all of them.

Titsiana could see things turning bad fast. There were still a dozen bats left and half the party was temporarily incapacitated. With some desperate thinking, the moon elf knew what she must do… at least in her mind. She hurried to strip herself naked and ran behind a bat descending on Finn, stabbing it in the back with her last dagger. It let out a pain shriek before it fell over dead, and Titsiana let it take her knife with it. When the monsters turned to face her, she bent over and folded her arms together, squashing her breasts up even bigger than they were on her strangely thin figure.

“What in the hells…” Darren grunted but Titsiana cut him off.

“I am drawing aggro, Sir Darren. Tis all well. These stunning monsters need only a softer touch.” She wiggled her hips and winked at the puzzled bats. They dove down at the flirty and defenseless target, piling onto her and latching on with their wings and fumbling talons.

“Tits! Watch out!”

“Worry not! Moon elves are immune to disease!” she called out through the mass of wings and fur. It was a major reason why her race had lived such long, sexually liberated lives as they had. As the giant bats started to hump against her naked body, smearing thick pink dicks against her chalky skin, Darren had to wonder just how smart the blight bats were if they understood the reputation of how fuckably horny moon elves were.

Even with the rabid monsters piling onto her and scratching at her skin, Titsiana’s eyes went wide and glassy. She broke into an uncontrollable smile and her mouth latched onto the nearest shaft, instinctively sucking on the warm appendage. Her plan seemed to have worked, but she knew she couldn’t plan any further than drawing their lusty attention. Her brain all but shut down as her hands fumbled between another two bats’ legs, jerking them off as one clung to her back and humped her ass. She moaned and bent over further, grinding her ass on the creature’s cock while one of the stragglers slurped its long, forked tongue over her breasts. The fact that it was a wicked and diseased creature didn’t even give Titsiana pause as her nipples grew hard. In fact, the pointed tip felt quite good against her sensitive namesakes.

Their clumsy humping rubbed their cocks over her chest, face and hips until one finally struck true. Titsiana gasped as its warm, wet shaft pushed its way into her pussy. Its grasping wings and talons pulled itself rapidly against her and Titsiana gave a quivering, euphoric moan. Her legs went weak and she crumbled over onto her back, spreading her legs wider to let the monster take her more eagerly. One bat panicked as she landed on top of it and fluttered out before trying to find a new position to take her.

Tits herself smiled witlessly as her eyes rolled back and she started to grind her hips. For all its savagery, its enthusiastic and rapid thrusts were pressing right against her clit. For her third incident of her mind-numbing curse of lust, being gangbanged by the creatures was perhaps the best she’d felt in days. She hummed with delight as the one in her mouth spurted a slightly bitter burst of cum into her mouth, which she slurped down happily as if a unique flavor of wine. Another bat shot its load across her chest, still grinding in place as its softening prick smeared its load against her.

Titsiana felt so blissful that she didn’t even notice what Darren was doing. She realized there were fewer cocks rubbing against her than earlier, and she barely managed to pry her eyes off the mounting blight bat. She saw several dead bat bodies around her starting to fizzle away into pools of lifeless green goo of their toxic juices. An arrow fired over her as it neatly finished the one confused bat that had just cumming into her hand.

“Just stay steady, elf,” Darren encouraged as a bolt of black energy blasted another bat off her. Her plan had worked, tanking the bats until her friends could pick them off.

“Cease momentarily!” Titsiana wailed passionately. Darren frowned as he lowered his bow.

“My climax is nigh! Nearly… nearly… OHHHH BY THE BOUNDLESS ROD OF LONGFELLOW, YES!!!”

The rest of the party watched awkwardly as Titsiana actually got off to the mounting bat. Her hips arched off the ground and squirted messily over its discolored fur, her tongue rolling out of her beaming, drooling mouth as her bright eyes crossed. Her acrobatic body contorted with pleasure as her raised hips boosted the bat higher. It made him an easier target as Finn stepped in behind it and snapped its neck.

“If you had to pick your way to go…” Finn shrugged. “Guess he was pretty lucky.”

“We got lucky,” Zell sighed. “Nice save.”

“Nice… really moon elf save,” Darren agreed.

“I thank thee for the compliment,” Titsiana mumbled, her pretentious tones remaining even in her orgasming rambling. “At times, our curse tis a gift.”

“Doesn’t explain what was-”

A huge, ground-shaking roar made her toes tingle one last time. Titsiana’s eyes went wide as the subtle vibrations alone were enough to make her squirt another quick, short orgasm onto the ground as a towering troll barged into the clearing, brandishing a hunk of a tree’s trunk as a club. There were a few whistling sounds as a pair of arrows shot into its eyes, followed by a few dense fireballs smacking it in the face and chest. A thunderclap sounded as Finn launched himself off the ground and delivered a flying kick to its heart that sent it toppling over dead.

“So I guess he was the one pissing off the bats,” Finn noted as he dusted off his robes. “So I guess this quest’s done early.”

Darren eyed the surprising number of dead creatures left around the camp. “Looks like that’s plenty. We’ll do a last sweep of the entrance in the morning, but we should be clear. You hear anything else, elf?” 

Titsiana stood back up, blinked in surprise at being consulted. “Er… no. Silent as… the night,” she chuckled awkwardly. Darren smirked a little. 

“Good. Nice job tanking for us back there. Now let’s finish a couple hours of sleep then.” He signaled to his crew who started back towards their tents. Zell started to slow her approach before she turned back with a sigh.

“Hey, Titsiana?” The moon elf looked up from gathering her discarded clothes. 

“Do you want me to take the rest of your watch?” The elf’s eyebrows raised as she cracked a grin. “You look pretty spent, so you can use my tent… but ONLY if you promise not to fuck anything in it!”

“You have thanks and my word!” Titsiana gushed in a bubbly voice. “I swear upon the glistening cheeks of Twerkedina to uphold your sanctuary.”

“You realize I have no idea if that’s a good thing, right?” Zell said impatiently. “Just go ahead.”

Tits gladly went into the tent. Between her exhaustion, actual pride in her work for once, and the comforting scent of cum all over her skin, the moon elf slept as soundly as she had in ages.