I walk into a shady Tavern in the lower part of Vogithrim. The smell of filly weed fills the air. It has a tinge of skunk to it. Such a sour scent. Men that would more than likely be quick to stab me in the back eye me wearily as I walk up to the bar and take a seat.

“What will it be, stranger?” the barkeeper, an aged man with bags underneath his eyes asks.

“I’ll take a pint of mead, please,” I tell the man and I put a gold coin on the table. He takes it and a few minutes later brings out a pint and places it in front of me. “I’m looking to hire a captain and crew for an adventure. Do you know where I might find such a crew?”

“What kind of adventure are you taking?” he asks.

“One fraught with danger and could easily end in death, however, the reward will be larger than a King’s imagination,” I say.

“Then you are looking for a captain who is crazy enough to accept such a risk. There’s only one captain I know in these parts,” he says as he washes down a dirty cup. “And that is Captain Azariah.”

“Where might I find this Captain Azariah?” I ask.

“She just happens to be in this very tavern as we speak. She is sitting with her crew over in the far corner. But I’ll warn you,” he says as he quickly takes a look around to see if anyone is listening in on our conversation. “Captain Azariah is a Deldorai. She harder than tempered steel and colder than ice.”

I take a gaze over where he suggested and I get a glimpse of an elf with a red bandana tied over her dark black hair with eyes… Never in my life have I ever seen eyes like these before. Just the look of them makes my skin crawl. They are as black as night with burning red irises.

She just happened to look over at us at that very moment and gives me a stare that shakes me to my very core. It was not an entirely cold glance, but the look of a conqueror who has just found a new conquest.

She is surrounded by several men and women of different races, but all look as shady as the dark alley’s I tend to avoid.

“Is she the wood elf?” I ask as I tear my gaze away from her.

“That would be her. But I’ll warn you just this once, she is not one to be taken lightly. She’d just as soon kill ya if she senses she’s being cheated.”

“I will not take the warning lightly,” I say. “Thank you for the tip,” I toss the man another coin, down my drink and head over to her.

Her eyes catch mine as I make my way over to her. I tense up at her stare. Those black eyes unnerve me. It is as if I am staring at Death itself.

She looks me up and down, taking me all in as I approach her table. “I heard you talking about me.”

“Y…yes, the b… barkeeper says you are the one to talk to about a ship and a crew for hire,” I say meagerly. For some reason, just being around her makes me nervous. A devilish smile curves on her face.

She nods to her crew and they clear the table so it is just the two of us. “Have a seat,” she says.

I take the chair across from her. “What kind of business do you have in mind?”

I look around warily to see if anyone is listening. “I need an escort to an island off to the south. I will warn ya…”

I lean in a little closer. “It will be dangerous, but the reward will be great.”

She lets out a laugh. “Well. Has anyone ever told you that you are adorable? Little boy, I am dangerous.”

“Uhh… I… I can see that.”

“Now, what were you saying about a reward?” she asks as she leans back and places her boots on the table and crosses her hands against her chest, squishing those bountiful breasts together. I take a rather large gulp. “Give me the details.”

“I need passageway to the island my great grandfather was shipwrecked on. His ship was carrying enough gold to buy the human kingdom. But that is not what I am interested in, if and when we find the ship, the gold, and any other valuables can be distributed amongst the crew. I am just interested in a family heirloom.”

“Enough to buy the entire human kingdom, aye?” She leans forward and places her hands on the table, interlocking her fingers together. “I like the sound of that. I suppose you know how to get to this Island, right?”

“Well I just so happen to have a map that shows us the location where my grandfather was stranded with his ship full of treasure,” I say.

“Who is this Elf Lord?” she asks.

“He was my ancestor, Lord Kasius,” I say.

“I never heard of him,” she scuffs.

“He is really old,” I say.

“How much treasure are we talking about?” she asks.

“All of his wealth, which is enough to buy this city three times over,” I say. Her eyes widen. “But that’s not what I’m interested in. In his position was a scepter. The scepter is worth more to me than all of the gold in his ship. It has no real value, it is just a lost family heirloom.”

“So let me get this straight, you want me and my crew to take you to this ship and help you get back this scepter?” she asks me.

“Correct,” I say.

“And what about the gold?” she asks.

“You can have all of it. It is of no interest to me,” I say.

“Are you serious?” she asks. “You do not want any of it?”

“Even without my ancestor’s wealth, my family is still one of the richest in all of the High elven kingdom,” I say proudly as I puff out my chest and hold my head up high.

“They must have mated with dwarves at one point because you are awfully short for a high elf,” she laughs. My cheeks instantly burn red.

“Jest all you want, wood elf. Do you want the job or not?” I ask.

“I will require an upfront payment,” she says.

I grab the purse of gold hanging from my belt and drop it onto the table. “Done.”

“You did not let me tell you what the payment will be,” she says with a smirk.

“This is enough gold to buy this tavern,” I say. “What more do you require?”

“Sure, that will cover our expenses and give us something to live on if things go sour, but I require something more,” she says.

“And what is that?” I ask.

She likes her lips. “It is not often that a cute, slender, little thing such as yourself enter a tavern-like this. Especially with an ass like yours.”

I take a nervous swallow.

“You see, I’ve had my share of the busty barmaids here and a few of the gruff men, but they are not my pint of ale. Hmmm. I like something a little more delicate.” She gets up and saunders around the table. She sets her nice thick bubble butt down on the table.

“You are exactly the kind of ale I enjoy sinking into. If you want to ride on my ship, you are going to have to sleep in my bed,” she says.

“Wait… Really?” I ask. She is joking, right? A woman like her? I would have bet all the gold in the world that a woman like her would only go after the strongest of men. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought I had a chance with a sexy elven woman like her.

“Of course, I find meek, feminine boys like yourself very attractive,” she says with a devious smirk. What does she mean by that? I am not feminine nor am I meek.

“I will have you know that I am over 300 cycles old,” I declare.

“Aww, just a baby,” she laughs. “I am well over 1,000 cycles old, boy. You are but a child to me.”

Her statement made a knot in my throat. She is as old as my father. I take a swallow of my pride.

She brings her hand up to my cheek and brings my face up to hers. “Now, do we have a deal or not?”

“Ah… yes! We have a deal.”

“Great! Now I will have to take a look at this map of yours,” she says as she stands up. She signals to the people who were sitting by her and they walk over to us.

“Get the ship ready, we have to take off as soon as possible,” she tells them. They all nod and take off. Then those red and black eyes of hers turn to me. “Now, come with me. We need to go somewhere private.”

I get up and follow the wood elf. My eyes cannot help but travel down to that butt of hers all wrapped up in leather chaps. My heart beats a little faster as I become fixated on the way she walks, swaying her hips this way and that.

I lick my lips as my head fills with all sorts of thoughts about what this elf will do to me when she gets me in her bed. I cannot help but imagine her moist cunt and spreading it with my cock.

In the 300 cycles of my existence, I have only slept with two women. One was a human and the other was another High Elf like myself. Both are rather long stories. But this woman. She makes the other two look like a couple of wenches.

She signals to the barkeeper and he nods. I trail her up the stairs into a room. “Now, how about you show me that map?” she asks.

I nod and open up my gilded silken rucksack and pull out the map. “You will not be able to read it,” I say as I hand it to her.

“And why is that?” she asks.

“Only the descendant of Vanurato can read the map,” I inform her.

“Let me guess, you are a descendant of Vanurato?” she asks.

I nod in confirmation.

She lets out a laugh. “Looks like we cannot just take the map and find the treasure for ourselves,” she sighs.

“You would do that?” I ask as my eyes widen.

“My crew certainly would like to, but I would rather take you as my treasure. It has been so long since I have had a nice soft elven boy in my bed,” she says.

“For the last time, I am not a boy!” I raise my voice at her.

“Have you killed a man before?” she asks.

“No… I…”

“Then you are still a boy,” she laughs.

“Now onto business. You have agreed to be mine for the entirety of the trip, have you not?” she asks.

“I thought I was just to sleep in your bed?” I clarify.

“Same thing different words,” she says.

“I will have to admit that I have already slept with two women before this,” I say.

“Oh, look at you, so experienced. You are practically an expert on coitus, are you not?” she smirks.

“I… I would not say that,” I mutter, tearing my eyes from hers.

“I was only jesting. I will make you a man. Well… More like a…” She mutters something under her breath that I cannot quite make out.

“What was that?” I ask.

She only giggles. “Oh, nothing. Now, before we get this adventure started, I require some release. It is time for you to start fulfilling your end of the bargain.”

I take a big swallow. “Okay.”

The beautiful elf in front of me turns around, presenting me that beautiful arse. of hers. Perfect in every way. Slowly she begins to unbuckle her leather trousers and slides them down, revealing two pillowy cheeks. I lick my lips. Just the thought of stuffing my face or another part of my body in between those round cheeks is enough to make the sword hilted in my robes harden.

And then she turns around…

The sight of the biggest cock I have ever seen nearly hits me in the face. I recoil at the sight of it. Perfectly hairless and veiny. The mushroom tip swells as it begins to grow. The musky taint of it hits my nostrils making me queasy.

“What? You do not like it?” She asks with a coy smirk on her face as if she knew I was going to be off-put by her swelling cock.

“You have a… You have a cock!” I gasp.

“Baby, half of the Deldorai have cocks. Did you not know this?” She asks, tilting her head sideways.

“I heard the rumors but I never thought they could be true.”

“Well, now you know for sure. They are true. Now, a deals a deal. You better get used to my sword, you will be well acquainted with it by the end of the trip,” she laughs. I look up at those big black and red sinister eyes of hers and plead with her. “I’ll tell you what. Since I can tell you are a bit hesitant, I will not make you take it all this time around. All you have to do is give it a few strokes until my seed flows from it. I’ll even return the favor. I’ll wager, you’ll enjoy my love stick by the end of it.”

I gulp down my nerves. Even though I am disgusted with it, I cannot stop staring at the giant snake staring at me with its one eye. I have not seen many cocks in my life, but this one is by far the biggest. Far bigger than my own little fellow.

Just the smell alone is enough to put anyone off. So musky and sour. Like a pair of old socks that have been on a stinky dwarf for far too long.

“Why don’t you fish out your cock and we can stroke each other off. It will be much more enjoyable that way.” I turn away as my face burns bright red. The thought of showing her my little cock when she has that monster is humiliating. It’s bad enough I’ve been ridiculed my whole life for how small it is. I do not need to be shown up by a woman. “I will pass.”

“Aww, I take it you have a tiny cock. Don’t.be shy. I won’t judge. Most men are smaller than me.” She sits down on the bed next to me as her hand crawls up my leg.

I take another nervous swallow as her hand finds its way to my belt buckle. Fire floods through my veins as my belt comes undone. She works my tunic, unbuttoning it and then goes for my pants. She kicks off her boots and leather breaches before she tugs mine down, freeing my little cock from its confines. “Aww, now I see why you were so reluctant to show me your little pecker. It’s tiny. But rather adorable.”

Heat rushes to my cheeks at her words. Must she point out how small it is? As if I was not embarrassed enough.

“Don’t take insult. You are beautiful. With a little pecker like that, you were never meant to be a swordsmen anyway. But you do have an ass any woman would die for. You were born to be the hilt that sheaves bigger swords. It’s not a bad thing. No, not at all. I think you will grow to love having that beautiful arse filled with cock.”

Her words are like an ice-cold waterfall atop my skin. They send a chill down my spine and yet my little dagger comes alive at the very thought of having her sword hilted inside me. What is wrong with me? Am I queer? I have never had these deranged thoughts run rampant in my mind before.

Placing her hand on top of mine, she guides it to her snake. Even though it is not even hard, it makes my hand look small. Slowly, she moves my hand up and down the length of her cock as it hardens between my fingers. Her free hand wraps around my cock and slowly starts to stroke it. Her hand brings all sorts of pleasure alive in my dick. A subtle moan escapes my lips. Her cock continues to grow in my hands. Soon my fingers can’t even wrap themselves around it. It’s thicker than a tree branch and almost as hard as one. My curiosity continues to grow like both of our cocks. Soon her hand feels from mine and I was stroking it by myself. I tried to mimic the way she rubbed mine. Slowly working up to the top and messaging the tip. The sensitive head seemed to amplify the pleasure that coursed down through my cock the more you touched it.

She began to pick up speed and I followed. We both moaned together. “You’re starting to like the feel of my cock, aren’t you?” She asks.

In truth, it was not so bad. The feel of her large cock in my hand was stiff, yet spongy. It was hefty. A lot heavier than my own. “Next time I’ll let you taste it. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” She asks.

Letting out a low moan, I was too caught up in the pleasure of her hand on my dick, I just nodded. “You and I will have plenty of time alone together, you’re mine for the rest of this trip.”

I could barely register her words as my dick grew steely hard. I pumped her cock swift and hard as my own pleasure built up. I had to release. I could not hold it any longer. “For the love of the gods.” I shouted as the pleasure erupted inside me and my cock shot a rope of cum on my leg.

She also let out a little moan as her big dick exploded like a geyser in a hot spring. It coated my hand and her thighs.

“Fuck that felt so good. Your little hands felt so good wrapped around my big cock. Didn’t you like the way it felt in your hands?” She gasps, as a heavy breath escapes her lips.

“Yeess…” I pant, too lost in the excitement of the moment to truly register what I had done and said.

“Why don’t you give my delicious seed a taste,” she says as she grabs my wrist and brings my hand to my lips.