User blog:IonicZach/Dark Elf WDYD? Response

You're a messenger for the military of some backwater fiefdom at war with another kingdom. While on your to relay important correspondence from the battlefield back to the capital, you're ambushed by enemy archers. Before you can do anything, they more or less turn you into a pincushion as you attempt to flee. You feel yourself going limp and stumbling down a steep embankment before splashing into a cold river. Before you black out, you can see a cloaked figure cautiously approach you. You're reasonably certain its one of the enemy soldiers sent to finish the job and are resigned to your fate as the figure approaches. Although you don't know why it matters as you black out, you're pretty certain the approaching figure is a female.

To your surprise, you wake up in a bed inside a small room. Much of your upper body is wrapped in bandages and although it hurts to do so, you discover that you are able to move.

"Oh good- you're awake!" you hear a voice speak up almost tenderly. Standing over you is a gorgeous, statuesque Dark Elf with long flowing white hair and a taut, supple body clad in a very revealing leather dominatrix outfit.

"You were in rough shape- it's a good thing I was able to bring you back here." she continues. Instead of cold and commanding, her voice is soft and sweet- not what you were expecting given the reputation of the Dark Elves. There are no whips or restraints or arcane torture devices- the Dark Elf before you is the one who's been nursing you back to health and seems genuinely concerned for your well-being.

What do you do?™

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"Are you sure I'm not dead? Cause I'm pretty sure I'm talking to an angel right now." I say with a smirk.

"My my, you really are something else. Just brought back from the brink of death, and the first thing out of your mouth is flattery." She says shaking her head, but smiling all the same.

"Sorry, but when you've nearly died, flirting becomes a whole lot easier in comparison. By the way, who are you?" I ask.

"I could ask you the same thing. My name is Gwendolyn Danes, but please just call me Gwen." She says, a slight blush when she mentions her full name.

"Odd name for an elf, but nice to meet you Miss Danes, my name is-" Suddenly, I remember my mission. "Wait! My messages! Where are they!?" I start looking around frantically, stopping once my brain remembers my body is extremely injured.

She slowly pushes me back down on the bed, and says in a calming tone "Don't get yourself worked up so much. Just lie down and relax. Now what messages?"

"I'm a courier for the military, and I was in the middle of delivering some very important documents to the capital, but I was ambushed and turned into a pincushion before you found me." I explain to her.

She shakes her head, "I'm sorry, either your attackers must have stolen them, or the river washed everything away, but there was nothing where I found you."

I slump back in defeat. Exhaling, I say "Well, I'm screwed either way. Either they think I lost the messages or handed them to the enemy, they're gonna have my ass for it." Suddenly, I get an idea. "Mind if I stay here for an indefinite period of time, injured or not, the people in charge only care about results, so they won't care if I don't come back. They'll probably just assume I was killed anyway."

She smiles and says "Stay as long as you need. Now get some rest." She kisses my forehead and walks away, providing me a good angle to check out her amazing butt as she leaves.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">The next morning comes and I'm able to move a bit more but it still causes me pain to do so. Soon enough, my beautiful, dark complexioned healer arrives, again wearing her leather dominatrix outfit. "That's some casual wear you got there, it come in men's sizes?" I ask jokingly.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">"Oh, you like it?" She bends over, accentuating the ample cleavage her outfit, combined with her generous bosom, provides. "Sorry but I don't have anything that'll fit you. You'll just have to settle with those bandages for now." She giggles when she sees my face get red and where my eyes are staring. She then asks "Speaking of which, you think you can sit up? It's time to replace your banadges."

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">I try to sit up, and although it hurts, I manage. She starts to undo my wrappings, exposing my wounds, and begins to retreat the ones that haven't healed already.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">"Aaaannnnddd... There! You're all patched up big guy." She announces, finishing up replacing my bandages. "And for good luck." She then kisses the deepest wound I have. When she pulls her face back up I notice that she's blushing. "W-well, um, you need anything else?"

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">"N-no I'm good." I say. She then gets up and says "Alright, but if you need anything, just yell." and she walks off to go do her thing leaving me to rest.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Things go like this for a week or two, until, miraculously, I'm fully healed. Gwyn finally pulls off the last of my bandages, and inspects every wound and gives me the okay.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">She notices that I'm not really getting up or trying to leave and asks "Why aren't you leaving?"

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">"I told you, I can't go back. I'd much rather stay here, where I'm more likely to not be called a traitor for being ambushed and losing the documents. So, yeah, you mind if I stick around a little bit longer?" I ask.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">She smiles and says "Sure." We then spend the rest of the day on helping get back on my feet and walking again.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Later that night, I'm awakened by a weight on top of me. I look up to see it's my silver-haired nurse straddling me. I open my mouth to speak, but she puts a ball gag in it and says "Since you've just gotten better I'm gonna go easy on you." She grins lecherously, then mumbles to herself "Man, I've waited a long time for this." With that she pulls down my pants, and drops herself onto me.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">With both of us being sexually repressed for such a couple of weeks, we both reach our limits quickly. After that we get "married," and eventually we head back to my village to see that my reports didn't even matter, cause everything was as it seems when I last saw it, so me and my wife move into a nice house in the village and I would say lived out our lives in peace, but how peaceful can you get with a dark elf for a wife.