Demystifying the Elfin Folk

The following in an excerpt from the Scholarly tome, "Demystifying the Elfin Folk" by reaearcher Res'puten Blackwell

An uncommon sight throughout the Bound cities of Jen’erique. Elves or ‘The Elfin’, are an ancient race with a long history and many many cultures. Better explained and examined by scholars other than I. Let me instead focus on the physical attributes of this proud race. And demystify some of the many rumours that surround these secretive people.

As creatures more attuned to Mana than most other humanoid races, the physical form of an Elf can vary wildly between subspecies and culture blocks. Though generalizations can be made for all Elves. All are slender creatures, with bodies that define what beauty is to the other races. Regular humanoid features and endogenous zone, with the addition of their sensitive ears of course.

Elves do not need to eat, drink or sleep in the same way most other mortal men do. Their bodies are completely fueled by Mana alone. Their physical forms not aging or changing dude to a lack of physical exercise or diet. Food for elves is broken down into its composite Mana, which is then converted into all the nutrients and sustenance they need. Why, if the concentration of atmospheric Mana is high enough, an Elf can sustain themselves on the air itself.

As you we'll know, all creatures contain and produce Mana in various forms, with various concentrations. As such, Elves have evolved to instinctively sense fanua, flaura and regions with higher Mana levels. Some Elves describe this effect as a gentle push to lands with more Mana they may feed on. Others describe it as a craving. A want and need stronger than human hunger or thirst.

Elves tend to be a private people. Secretive and seclusive. This, with their unique diet, has led to the propagation of many unscrupulous rumours. Tales of cannibalistic wood elves feasting on any who'd wander into the deep forest. Stories of roving bands of wild elves, forcing human villages to supply them with supple virgin's.

From my own studies into these rumours, I've found most to be unfounded. Simply the fears of the common folk, projected onto an exotic and cryptic race.

However, I was able to gather a witness account from a reliable source that confirms a seed of truth to one of the more common rumours surrounding the Elfin people.

I was speaking to the madam of a city brothel, (purely for research reasons of course) when she told me a story of one of her ‘Ladies of the night’. A younger looking Elf woman, with fiery red hair and eyes as green as emerald. Maybe thirty, or fourty years old, the equivalent of an early twenties human.

She told me that, in the year or so of this young woman's service, she never once accepted payment for her many services. Letting the Madam pocket her part of the profit in return for certain, liberties.

You see my dear reader, city brothels are very much different to the establishments in smaller towns or villages. They are run without any compassion or reverence for their women. Clients are not chosen, but assigned, and should services not be rendered, punishment was swift and often messy humiliating. With girls locked into stocks and presented outside competitors' establishments. Left there to be used by and scoundrel that passes by until the guards get around to freeing her. Their clothes shredded to pieces, their bodies drenched in layers upon layers of cum from every race imaginable. The men sometimes lining up for streets, waiting for their chance at a rules free and money free orgy of lust and sexual energy. Two, three, or even four individuals pressing their cocks into her holes. Thrusting and rutting her helpless body from dusk until dawn…

Ehem.. as I was saying. These businesses are ruthless, and so the subject of our story offered the Madam a deal. All the money she earned, in return for a private room and her choice of clients.

I cannot say why one from a normally communal race would be wondering such dark alleys alone at such a young age. It wasn't the Madame's place to ask, nor to tell. But what was truly surprising of her story, was the choice of client our Elven subject took.

She didn't pick the soft old men with large purses. Who were satisfied with a pretty face and a light touch. She didn't chose anyone who was kind, gentle or considerate. She inside chose only the biggest, more virile and aggressive men that came in.

The kinds of men most other woman feared of being selected for. Heroic Minotaur men with cocks larger than her torso. Those with dragonic blood who made love so hard they required special equipment. So as not to break the regular beds. She even told me of a goblin Batchelor party. That lasted three days and consisted of every member of every Goblin clan within the city and its sewers.

Why would somebody subject themselves to such horrors? Without even wanting the gold gathered from her efforts? The answer, is that she was being paid in ‘other’ methods.

For every race and species known, the highest concentration of physical Mana that is produced, is produced in their sperm. This of course has lead to many stories and fantasies, about desperate elves gaining their sustenance in the most defiling of ways. As a scholarly man, I found such stories hard to believe. The Elfin folk are a prideful race. More conscious of image and appearance than the other races. They would never debase themselves to gather sustenance by such means.

But here I was presented with an eye witness account from the aftermath of a three-way between our lovely Elven girl and two Half-Giant twin brothers.

After the clients had had their fun and left the building, the Madam went to check up on her rising star. The woman's screams and cries were always quite loud, but were especially wild today. What she found could only be compared to an addict, in the throws of their latest fix. She found her on the floor, licking up the lumpy and steaming leftovers of the half-giants ejaculate. Her eyes glazed over, pupils changing shapes to resemble the image of a heart (though I find such a thing hard to believe) as she invested as much of the cum as she could. Her body already caked in the massive load that was produced, the room half covered in the stuff.

Despite the madam's efforts to rouse the woman from her frenzy, she wouldn't be stopped. Not until every last drop of good and thick cum was consumed by her. Whereupon the girl fell asleep with the most content expression on her soft face.

It is unfortunate that such an interesting character wasn't present for me to question. The strange fiery Elven woman moving on without a goodbye in months past.

What the Madam did have for me, was a sample. A flask of the half-giant cum she collected and hid before it could be scoffed down with the rest. She confided with my in private as to why she did such a thing, but I'll suffice to say that the substances' effect on the Elven woman were not present in those of other species.

What was present, was an extremely high mana concentration. Higher than that of a normal half-giant, which is already considerably high among the many races of our world.

Could it be that such high levels of Mana concentration crested an addictive effect? Perhaps even acted as an aphrodisiac to the Elven woman? Was this girl an outlier of her race? Or a typical example we rarely have the pleasure of seeing? What strange and erotic rituals might the Elven clans be hiding in the secretive recluses of their homes?

We may never know for sure, but we will always endeavour to know the truth.