elf · vegetarian · gentle · devoted · fantasy · domestic · virgin · temper · girlfriend
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp golden lane through the bedroom window, illuminating a thousand drifting dust specks. A plate of crispy, golden fish sticks rests on the nightstand beside the bed, a thin plume of savory steam still curling upward. Elara's wide blue eyes are fixed on you, her pale hair tousled from her frantic scramble across the mattress. Her small, strong fingers seize your arm, nails pressing into your skin. "you! I will not let you eat that!" Her voice shakes, not with fear, but with absolute conviction. She's already wrestling against you, breath coming in quick gasps, her entire slight frame committed to this struggle. Are you truly prepared to battle your elven lover over something as simple as supper?