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Amidst all her fear and confusion, it strikes Rissa just how fast her predicament had escalated. While she had certainly had the time to feel all the new and strange sensations associated with having her hands and arms gradually sucked into the pulsing warmth of Marlisle’s wet, constricting throat, it also seemed like barely a blink of an eye since the dominating wild-elf was merely licking her fingers. There had been moments where Marlisle took her time to savor the sensation, her reactions or even her taste… but every time, the pale-tressed elf had advanced with a terrifying sense of ease and experience, long before Rissa could full realize what was happening.
With her head being pressed forwards in a way that could only be streamlining her for entry into Marlisle’s mouth and the constant dribble of saliva now matting her hair and running down her face in tiny, sticky streams she couldn’t even wipe away, all ambiguity in the wild-elf’s actions was lost; everything the tanned special forces girl did was in some way intent to pin her down and swallow her whole in a way that was terrifyingly reminiscent of how a predator would when consuming their latest catch. And as much as Rissa had thought herself above such a predicament by virtue of being an elf, nothing about being a sentient and eternal being with all the experience and intelligence of her kin was making the tiniest bit of difference. She was naked, vulnerable, overpowered, trapped and already on her way down the impossibly tight, squelching embrace of Marlisle’s throat.
While any ambiguity about Marlisle’s intent was now gone, Rissa to her surprise finds the signs of the taller elf’s arousal growing even more prominent. The way Marlisle’s skin grew warmer, the way she was grinding against her pinned little body, the way the nipples of her luscious breasts grew evermore taut with excitement… for the first time, the short, ponytailed redhead realizes that the lust her captor felt was never intended to deceive or confuse her or get her to lower her guard. Marlisle had already been on top and in control, had never really needed her to reluctantly play along in hopes of a kinky night with the exotic, commandeering beauty.
No, Marlisle’s growing excitement was entirely a sign of how much the predatory elf enjoyed dominating and slowly swallowing poor Rissa like the helpless prey she was!
And disturbingly, all of her increasingly desperate struggles or appeal to both being elves only seemed to further excite the wild elf on top of her.
Rissa’s mental state borders outright panic when she realizes that any attempt to persuade Marlisle not to swallow her whole would be as futile in face of her excitement, as her struggles were against the wild-elf’s strength and positional advantage. As terrifying as it was to admit, Rissa simply couldn’t escape the realization that in spite of her centuries of experience in close combat, there was only one thing left keeping her opponent from easily dominating and gulping her all down… the fact that Marlisle’s lust-crazed endeavor had to be impossible.
The sheer absurdity of the thought that her whole body could fit inside Marlisle’s throat, to say nothing of what little space that flat, toned stomach had to have compared to her admittedly diminutive girth. No, much as Marlisle had already gone much further than Rissa had previously thought possible, completely devouring another elf just a head or two smaller was indisputably impossible. It had to be! A beast-girl might accomplish it, but an elf eating another elf, even if the predator was from the beast-girl loving wild-elves and her prey a petite desert elf? It simply couldn’t happen.
Yet, every time Rissa had been convinced that Marlisle must surely have reached her limit, the girl with the beast-like golden eyes had simply swallowed her further down with a casual disregard for physical and biological limitations, and a deliberate pace that oozed a terrifying sense of experience. It felt as if Marlisle was not only confident in her ability to continue, she had done so enough times before to know that all of Rissa’s slender little body would easily slip down her throat, and she was already anticipating the sensation of the petite elf filling her stomach.
Feeling the surprisingly strong muscles of Marlisle’s throat tightening around her helplessly trapped arms in the start of another throaty gulp, Rissa tenses in anticipation as well. While she tries her best to pull away, her complete lack of leverage is so apparent that she only really has one hope; that this time would be different, that this would be the gulp where Marlisle finally reached the limit of what was physically possible for an elf.
Soft lips make contact with her saliva-matted hair, slowly stretching across the circumference of her head.
Inch by inch they widen, gradually coming closer and closer to encompassing the widest part of her head. Rissa’s breath comes in short, fast bursts, the small elf close to hyperventilating as the moment of truth draws nearer. Was the slow pace a sign of Marlisle’s difficulty, or was she simply enjoying it?
A chill runs down Rissa’s spine, gathering as an uncomfortable knot in her stomach when she sees Marlisle’s lips clear her brow at roughly the same time as the tight embrace of them starts pushing her slender, quivering ears down along the back of her head and neck. She wasn’t stopping? She was actually doing it?!
“W-wait… Marlisle!... Meldamiriel!!”
It is a rather telling indication of Rissa’s panic, when the little desert elf resorts to Marlisle’s elvish name in pure desperation, and the intonation reveals it as clearly as the act itself. Unfortunately, whatever she might have pleaded with beyond the elvish familiarity of the name in Taurë, it is lost as the embrace of Marlisle’s mouth muffles the desperately squirming redhead.
To the little elf from the red sands, the experience was as unreal as it was terrifying. To actually have her whole head inside another elf’s mouth, to feel the soft warm flesh all around her, to sense the dexterous and insistent touch of Marlisle’s tongue, dancing across her skin and leaving a thick, slick covering of slimy saliva in its wake. All outside sounds suddenly muffled and replaced with a cacophony of wet noises, most of them coming from above her where her slender arms vanished into the tight tube of saliva-slick flesh marking the start of Marlisle’s digestive tract.
And plunged into near total darkness, all those sensations were suddenly her whole world, telling her far more intimately just how far inside Marlisle’s mouth and throat she is than she could fully have appreciated if she could see it.
Oh goddess, how was Marlisle even doing this? How much further could the wild elf go?!
Unfortunately, Rissa hardly has time to fully appreciate her predicament before she feels the first signs that Marlisle is far from done yet. While the dancing of the strong elf’s tongue against her lips as a sort of goodbye kiss might simply have been her over-active imagination, there is no mistaking the sensation of Marlisle’s strong hands grasping her smooth, soft armpits in what could only be preparation to guide her in further.
Knowing it is coming, Rissa does her best to brace and resist the imminent swallow, but much to her terror, she realizes that her resistance is pretty much limited to not actively lifting her back off the ground in the feeble hope that whatever little she weighed would be a hindrance for Marlisle. And sure enough, as she whimpers and wriggles desperately, she feels the pressure of Marlisle’s mouth once more descending upon her with no signs of being hindered by her efforts.
Her heart skips a beat as she feels Marlisle’s lips closing around her chin, engulfing her head entirely before creeping down her slender neck, flattening her delicate ears along it as she goes. Worse though, she feels her forehead reach the back of Marlisle’s mouth, resting against the pulsing entrance to the wild-elf’s throat.
For a fateful moment, the pressure exerted is insufficient to force the wide crown of her head into the impossibly tight esophagus, and Rissa feels a faint glimmer of hope.
Then, with a chilling wet *ssschhrrlllp*, Marlisle pushes just hard enough that the saliva-slickened flesh allows her head to start sliding into the wild-elf’s throat!
That moment where she felt the pressure overcome the resistance keeping her head from sliding in, was probably the most terrifying moment in Rissa’s long life. And once the throat started stretching around her and her saliva-covered flesh started moving with little resistance despite the tight pressure, it all happened with a terrifying speed and ease; all of her head, delicate elvish features and slender elfin ears and all, just slipped entirely into the hot fleshy tube.
It all happened with a deceptive smoothness that has Rissa only realizing that her head was now little more than another bulge in Marlisle’s throat when she felt the tight embrace of slick, undulating flesh encircle her neck. With how impossible it was, the diminutive desert elf denies for a moment that it even happened, trying to convince herself that the wet flesh embracing her in the darkness was in fact still just Marlisle’s mouth. But as much as she wishes otherwise, there is no mistaking the difference in sensations; the impossible tightness of hot, slick flesh clinging to every curve of her face was nothing like the gentler dance of Marlisle’s tongue.
And the motions… all around her, muscles are squeezing her smooth skin and silken hair so tightly that she can feel the little undulations tugging her forwards as well as the pulse of her predator beating with increasing excitement for every inch she slides down. It is the same sensation she has felt around her hands and arms ever since Marlisle swallowed them, and still feel massaging them and pulling at them from further down the seemingly endless passage of hot, wet flesh. How far inside the wild elf were her hands even now? Rissa shudders at the thought, but it is immediately followed by an even scarier realization.
She hadn’t managed to pull her arms free earlier, mostly because of Marlisle’s unrelenting grip. But now, with the swell of her head as leverage for the terrifyingly tight muscles of the beastly elf’s throat, could she even pull free even if Marlisle stopped using her hands?
How much further before the wild-elf could simply sit on all fours and gulp her down despite her best efforts?
In fact, just how much further could the wild elf swallow her?
The answer to that came as a powerful gulp just *pulled* her deeper into the snug embrace of Marlisle’s esophagus, putting her slender shoulders firmly inside Marlisle’s mouth and sending her head the first bit further down towards the hot confines deep inside the wild-elf’s body. Just what was going to stop the delighted wild-elf from swallowing all of her now that her head and shoulders didn’t seem to do it? Her pert little breasts? Her slender hips?
And what if none of those could stop Marlisle? Was she really going to be swallowed whole? Was she really going to actually be eaten by another elf?!
Having positioned her delicious little meal deliberately so that she couldn’t kick her, it feels all the more satisfying to Marlisle when the petite warrior helplessly kicks her legs in the air. The gesture was obviously futile, but with her head already heading down Marlisle’s tight throat, Rissa was apparently desperate enough to try anything.
Of course it wouldn’t help, Rissa had been her food from the moment she let down her guard, but there was something imminently thrilling and satisfying about these moments where her prey realized that they were going to be gulped down entirely, elf or not. She could hardly wait to feel Rissa’s desperate struggles once fully inside her belly, and the little desert elf realized that she both could and would be digested by another elf…
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“W-wait… Marlisle!... Meldamiriel!!”
To any other elf, the sheer panic in Rissa's voice might have been enough to invoke some level of clemency, some small measure of feeling for the ineffectually squirming elf slowly being consumed. To Marlisle, though, the use of her true name, the sheer terror in Rissa's voice was like icing in a particularly delicious cake, and hearing the desperation in the voice of her prey made her shiver in deviant delight. It was so...ugh, so sexy in such a strange way. On so many levels, it was wrong. As an elf, eating another elf was wrong, much less actually swallowing them whole and alive - impossible. Even from a moral perspective, it would have been so much more merciful and quick to simply slide a blade along the doomed elf's neck and give her a somewhat peaceful send-off. Yet...
Mmmm....yet....
...It was so, so, so much more fun this way. Both physically and mentally, Marlisle had conquered the petite red-headed elf, every desperate, muffled 'mmph!' and every frantic tug and useless jerk drilling that in more and more. It was that which was most exciting, how utterly and completely she'd taken Rissa. The beautiful redhead could fight and squirm and cry out all she wanted - in the end, at Marlisle's whim, she'd simply end up as a vaguely elf-shaped bulge in the tightly stretched flesh of her tummy, a bulge that would shiver and shake and squirm until the stomach that contained her slowly claimed her, turning her into little more than food for the 'superior' elf. Food that, given time, would take a trip out her shapely backside, left as a steaming reminder of what a wild-elf was truly capable of. It was such complete domination in all aspects, from start to finish...and by the heavens themselves, the deviousness of it, how pleasurable it was, made her entire body ache with lust. It had been difficult enough to hide it when she'd first crawled atop the smaller elf, pinning her to the ground beneath her...
...Now, it was all but impossible to hide, the dark pink nipples capping her breasts stiffened with arousal and delight, and her thighs, which she wish she'd had the thought to remove her pants from, rubbed together of their own accord, as if that would tend to the needy ache of her body. It was so wrong, yet there was such a sexual thrill that accompanied devouring the delectable little redheaded elf, she likely would have physically tended to herself, had her hands not been more occupied with steadily feeding the struggling little elf down her throat, sending her inch by inch towards the hungry, eager tummy that she grew ever closer to.
Rissa's experience, though, was far, far less thrilling and pleasant. With her head squeezed into the ever-rippling expanse of Marlisle's throat, there was next to no visual stimulation...though that hardly mattered, when so many of her other senses were overwhelmed. Her sensitive ears, the elonated tips squeezed down against her neck by the tight, rippling flesh of Marlisle's throat, were constantly assaulted by wet, fleshy noises, slick sounds of the wild-elf's throat rippling against her saliva-soaked skin, emitting little squelches and 'slrrch'es as she was drawn invariably inwards towards the wild-elf's stomach. Over that, the excited beating of the wild-elf's heart, growing ever-faster as Rissa squeezed inch by tiny inch down her equally as eager throat. Though heavily muffled by Rissa's own body, there were even slight 'mmm' sounds that sometimes welled up around her, sounds that were never quite given voice with her mouth and throat stuffed full, but it was easy enough to understand - they were moans. Moans muffled by Rissa's entrapped body, but moans nonetheless. Perhaps the most terrifying noise, though...was a gentle, soft-sounding little 'grrrgggle' that emanated from frighteningly close beneath Rissa,
Marlisle's stomach.
A typical elf's stomach was...'weak'. Almost anything was digestible, but a good meal or two could last the entirety of a day. Food was typically cooked, and things like berries and nuts were simply easy to eat. What, though, would be the effect of an elf's digestive tract...on another elf? Again, that gentle-but-eager 'grrrgle' rose up from below, a sound of excitement, eager for the enormous meal that was heading it's way, and more and more...the thought raced through Rissa's mind. Inside another elf's stomach...
..Digesting...?
It seemed so impossible, and yet everything up until this point seemed impossible. Impossible that she'd fall prey to Marlisle's trickery. Impossible that she could fit her into her mouth. Impossible that she'd fit down her throat....
...and Yet, Marlisle was doing the impossible time and time again. Could she actually fit Rissa inside of her stomach? Could she, and would she, actually digest her? Could an elf's stomach even take apart another elf, much less one that was living and breathing?
The answer, at least to the former, came with a horrifying realization.
Even as Marlisle's soft lips slowly crept along Rissa's shoulders and upper chest, her arms - stretched out down the length of Marlisle's esophagus - met with a little bit of resistance, an insanely tight 'ring'. It took a second to realize what it was. The esophagal sphincter, the entrance to Marlisle's stomach. She'd...actually swallowed her down enough to get her this far? But, could she FIT?! The little ring of muscle seemed unwilling to open, to accept her hands, much less the rest of her body. For a few seconds, that held true, until with a 'schorlp!', the little ring of muscle opened...and Rissa felt her hands slide fully into the tight embrace of Marlisle's stomach. Even with just her hands inside, it felt 'full', there was simply no room. No extra space, the tight, slimy, silky walls of the interior of Marlisle's stomach confirmed to her hands like a glove, and even a little wiggle or extension of her fingers was next to impossible inside the unforgivingly tight embrace of that hot, stifling stomach.
No. It was a simple as that. She wouldn't fit. Whatever had allowed Marlisle to actually swallow her this far was a fluke - her stomach was small. Too small to even fit her hands and arms, much less the rest of her. Her head plus her arms would be an impossibility, there would simply be no room, and--
Sllrrrrp!
Another powerful swallow, and Rissa felt her hands squish into the base of the wild elf's stomach, the slippery flesh sliding beneath her fingers and wrists, angling them towards the back of the elf's stomach. Another inch slid into the heated core of Marlisle's body...then another...and another. The belly that awaited her seemed so unwilling to stretch, so tight, so tiny...and yet, every little bit of extra pressure made the fleshy walls stretch THAT much more, just enough to actually contain what little more had found it's way inside. More and more, the 'impossibility' that Marlisle's stomach could even fit her...was getting shaky. The wild-elf seemed so sure, so practiced, so...CONFIDENT.
Shivering in delight, Marlisle eased her lips fully over Rissa's shoulders, trying to ignore the burning desire that filled every inch of her body, made her skin burn with need and lust. Mmm, Rissa was hers....in every way. So completely, and with every swallow, the delicious little elf slid ever-downwards, closer and closer towards her fate as nothing more but her food, something to digest over the course of a couple of days and then...leave behind a bush somewhere, her eternal legacy little more than a pile, forgotten in the forest. Mmm...by the gods themselves, the thought was so utterly thrilling! Better yet, the slight 'pain' in her jaws she'd felt the first few times she'd actually eaten someone had vanished, leaving nothing but pleasure, nothing but delight...and mm, she loved every single second of it. Every taste, every twitch, every muffled cry...
Eyes closing, Marlisle swallows again, her lips slipping lower even as Rissa is pulled ever deeper into her throat. As her lips slide over the smaller elf's breasts, Marlisle pauses, her long, delicate ears twitching. Mm, she COULD just swallow her...or, she could rub it in more. Could tease Rissa, could show her how utterly futile her resistance was...and how much she really belonged her. Oh, it sounded so...devious. She couldn't help it - a few tastes never hurt.
With Rissa's arms, shoulders, and head fully encased in her mouth and throat, Marlisle eases her tongue beneath one of the petite elf's breasts, sliding the saliva-slickened muscle across her nipple, sampling it's taste and texture, and the malleability of those lovely breasts. Mmm. Delicious. It was a tease, a show of dominance, a glimpse of what she could do and would do to the little elf at her whim...and ugh, it lit her body on fire! With all the affection of a lover, Marlisle allows her tongue a few seconds to gently explore the swell of breasts just beyond her lips, the delectable flavor of the doomed little redhead spreading along her tongue, filling her mouth even more with that wondrous flavor...
...Before another powerful g..gg..ggulpp! pulls her chest right along the wild elf's tongue, squeezing Rissa's shoulders and upper chest into the mercilessly tight recesses of her throat. Whereas just her head and arms was a tight fit, her shoulders and chest felt like they were being squeezed into a tight silken sack, made one size too small and only just able to contain her. It was almost unbearably tight, and it made the gentle-but-constant contractions and ripples of the wild-elf's throat all the more noticable, how the muscle of her esophagus squeezed inwards around her body and tugged inwards, slipping her in a single, tiny inch at a time...but that was all it would take. Inch by inch, she'd slide down the elf's throat, and sooner or later...be just a bulge in her belly. Food...to be digested at her whim...
In tune with the little 'tease', Marlisle shimmies backwards off of Rissa now that what tiny bit that remained of her leverage was gone, the tight grip of her throat and lips forcing Rissa's body to bend to follow her. Shifting backwards, Marlisle crawls backwards onto all fours, and more and more, Rissa found herself pulled off her backside and stretched forwards, where it almost felt as though she were laying on her stomach in the grass, her thighs stretched out opposite Marlisle. It lined her up perfectly with the elf's throat, and every swallow would drag her forwards a little more, a little more...
Marlisle didn't even have to use her hands.
Settling down onto her own belly, Marlisle's golden eyes open, gazing down the expanse of lower back, butt, and legs that was all that remained of the pretty, petite red-headed elf. She could eat her at her leisure. The urge to breathe hadn't even started to surface yet, which mean she had all the time in the world to simply enjoy her food as it disappeared down her gullet one little bit at a time.
Slrrrch
Another soft swallow, and Rissa felt her belly button crest Marlisle's lips. Half her body...swallowed. And the elf showed no signs of stopping...
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Wild elves are just like others elves, albeit they tend to have a closer 'bond' with beast-people. They also tend to be a bit larger (generally in the 1-2 foot area) than other elves, a little larger than even humans!
They also don't eat people. Or so Rissa thought. Yet, Marlisle's 'ability', born of a failed alchemical experiment, allows her to do just that, as Rissa is now finding out.
Even elves gotta eat!
A jointly-written bit by myself and tsutsukakushi ! I HIGHLY suggest going and checking out their gallery, there's some great writing in there! ^_^
Little gift for tsutsukakushi , I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did! <3
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Posted by TOBI 7 years ago Report
Lol love it X3
Posted by CassyInko 7 years ago Report
Glad you do! :D
Posted by Liz 7 years ago Report
They are awesome. I do enjoy your stories adds to the awesome image :D
Posted by CassyInko 7 years ago Report
I'm certainly happy you enjoy the writing, and I'm sure Tsu does as well! :D
Posted by DragonqueenShyvana 7 years ago Report
this is cool so them the last Comic you postet ^^ nice work i love it realy cool
Posted by CassyInko 7 years ago Report
Super glad you're enjoying it! ^_^
Posted by DragonqueenShyvana 7 years ago Report
np ^^
Posted by POPObro 7 years ago Report
that elf inside the other elf musst be one hell of a contortionist
Posted by CassyInko 7 years ago Report
Nope. x3 Likely INSANELY uncomfortable. Belly doesn't care HOW she fits, only that she DOES fit.
Posted by martyr 7 years ago Report
Whoops! I was so distracted by the story that I forgot to fav the pic! xD
A very distracting story.... >//////>
Posted by CassyInko 7 years ago Report
Good! >:3 Best distractions!
Posted by DissociatedChaos 7 years ago Report
Amazingly distracting in all the best possible ways. :3 Though is it silly I kind of want to see the cute little red-haired elf as a pred now, just for the reversal? XD
Me and my weakness for cute preds~
Posted by CassyInko 7 years ago Report
She'd have made a good one!....Alas she's...indisposed? XD
Posted by martyr 7 years ago Report
I think you might have put a couple letters too many in that word.... X3
Posted by DissociatedChaos 7 years ago Report
Yes, indisposed. That's a good word for it. XD
Still kind of want to see an alternate version with her getting to be the surprise pred for someone larger. ^.^
Posted by Ridwanwolf 7 years ago Report
Oh my.....
Elf on elf....
I really shoulda brought my camera </3
Posted by CassyInko 7 years ago Report
Sometimes, the best things in life...just need to be remembered! Like...well, this! XD
Posted by Ridwanwolf 7 years ago Report
But how will I add this to my po..... Reasearch collection!
Posted by CassyInko 7 years ago Report
:O! Wait! You said it again! What were you saying?!
Posted by Ridwanwolf 7 years ago Report
Research! I was saying research!
So I can examine it privately..... Probably with mr.noodle.....
......
Posted by CassyInko 7 years ago Report
:O!!!
Posted by Ridwanwolf 7 years ago Report
W-would you like to join me?
Posted by CassyInko 7 years ago Report
HOW CAN I DENY YOU?!....Also, triple post! XD
Posted by Ridwanwolf 7 years ago Report
>^< Gomenisai!
Posted by linthia 7 years ago Report
Well ... I see some room in there, need to be filled !
Posted by CassyInko 7 years ago Report
This i agree with! :D
Posted by linthia 7 years ago Report
So fill it ! '^'
And ... well ... looking at this body, it seems she is not her first prey ... Hmmm
Such a nasty pred ! She stripped her prey ! :D
Posted by CassyInko 7 years ago Report
Nope! Not her first! She doesn't get as many as she likes, though!
Posted by linthia 7 years ago Report
Well ... maybe I can help doing this ... :>
Posted by Jamie263 7 years ago Report
Very nice. I love how descriptive your writing is.
Posted by CassyInko 7 years ago Report
Glad you enjoyed! ^_^ <3 Will have to be sure to post more one day!
Posted by RavenXeo 7 years ago Report
pretty~
Posted by CassyInko 7 years ago Report
Thanks!
Posted by DissociatedChaos 7 years ago Report
Just for the story snip, by the way, I kind of wish I could double-fav~
Posted by Stunlocked 7 years ago Report
Well you can favourite the non-cutaway version.
It doesn't have the story but it's still two favourites.
Oh wait nevermind, you already did that
Posted by CassyInko 7 years ago Report
:O! Enjoy? XD
Posted by DissociatedChaos 7 years ago Report
Very much so~ :3
Posted by Stunlocked 7 years ago Report
I love this!
Posted by CassyInko 7 years ago Report
Yaaaay! :D
Posted by Yidra 7 years ago Report
Well she looks really uncomfortable inside there,that left leg surely is killing her :D
Posted by CassyInko 7 years ago Report
Oh yes. XD Not only does she have to contend with digestion, but cramps and being smushed up and hot and slimy....yeah. x3 Rissa is not having a good time!
Posted by Kasra 7 years ago Report
Amazing work as always! The denial, combined with the inevitability, is always great.
Posted by CassyInko 7 years ago Report
I'm super happy you liked it! ^_^ Will certainly have to do more along these lines in the future!
Posted by Tsutsukakushi 7 years ago Report
This was a very fun and exciting scene to play. Poor Rissa, having to learn that way that elves can in fact be swallowed whole and digested alive ^_^
Thanks again for having this made, I enjoyed it every bit as much as you!
Posted by CassyInko 7 years ago Report
It was super exciting! And poor, poor Rissa...x3 If only she'd not let her guard down... <3
Posted by Aqualite 7 years ago Report
Elf/Elf is always great in my book~
Posted by CassyInko 7 years ago Report
I very much agree!
Posted by Bright 7 years ago Report
This is absolutely lovely.
Posted by CassyInko 7 years ago Report
Glad you like! ^_^
Posted by Allard-Liao 6 years ago Report
Aww, where's the rest of the story?
Posted by CassyInko 6 years ago Report
The entire story is something in the vicinity of 90 pages. :3 Not sure if it will be uploaded ever...this was just kinda a 'sneak' of it!
Posted by Demicus 3 years ago Report
Would still love to see it~
Posted by Tyguyman 1 year ago Report
Damn.
Posted by SherlokKirya 3 years ago Report
Damn, you even wrote a story for this one. Good job ! I want to read it, but later. Also, her leg doesn't feel really good...
Posted by No-One 3 years ago Report
That's... quite a position. Ouch.