The robed man examined the half-nude Sorhafe intently. His face was a mix of shock and arousal and in the end, it seemed the second of these two emotions finally won out.
"Tch," he replied, clicking his tongue. "Fine. Let's go back in. There's an empty stall on the left".
Whatever spell or curse was afflicting Sorhafe responded to the man's command as the helpless Elf found herself shuffling back into the barn. Her legs carried her to that empty stall and the moment she entered a strong shove from behind sent her tumbling to the hay bedding. Turning around, she was greeted by the now-disrobed man, who was now sporting an erect nine-inch cock.
With a smile he approached and Sorhafe's body reacted in kind, raising up on all fours and allowing the man to mount her doggy-style. With a grunt the man slid his cock inside, depositing all nine inches. She shuddered in a mix of erotic pleasure and of embarrassment, though as his thrusts began the former emotion became increasingly stronger than the latter. At the very least, she was happy he hadn't decided to fuck her still-sore asshole.
"So..." the man sputtered out between grunts. "What... what do you want?"
"Want?" Sorhafe said as she desperately fought against the fact she was enjoying this more than expected.
"Don't play dumb. You think you're the first girl to fuck the staff to save a friend or relative? No. Once we're finished here just tell me who you want released."
The finish came only a minute or two later as the (dis)robed man came to a finish, blasting a thick layer of cum inside the Elf. Sorhafe was left unsatisfied and horny as he removed his dripping cock and dressed himself. Once again in control of her body, she took put her clothes back on and got down to business. As the man had said, he would do a favor for Sorhafe, and she demanded...