"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" a voice called from the darkness. Ty had been too distracted to notice a figure had slipped into the doorway. A very curvaceous figure, at that. With crimson red hair and a jet-black leather corset that left almost nothing to the imagination, Ty was certain that this was Eric, for only he would play a character this sexed up. He tried in vain to call out, but the screaming in his skull overrode his attempts. He stood there silent as Eric skulked seductively closer.
"Not much of a talker, are you? But that's alright, bashful elves are pretty cute!" he flirted, pressing his impressively large bosom into Ty's comparatively flat chest. Despite being well aware it was Eric, butterflies began to turn in his stomach and he felt a growing heat in his crotch. His breathe slowed considerably which Eric seemed to notice.
"Well, well, well, looks like I'm not the only one down to fuck," he joked. "You're actually the third one in as many days..."
Eric leaned in for a kiss and Ty, unable seemingly to disobey even another's body language, obliged. His conscious mind damned Eric for being such a sex-pervert, but he could feel deep inside that Sorhafe would have definitely been down to do it.
Ty was unable to do much as...