Lilu looks up at you with wide, frightened eyes as you untie the leather thongs that have held her hands captive all night. Her arms fall heavily to her sides, feeling numb and tingly from their restricted position. She sniffs back tears as she obediently begins to eat the food you've given her, trying not to dwell on the fact that it is only because you allow it that she has any sustenance at all.

"What are your orders for today?"

You swallow the last of your breakfast, wiping your hands on your cloak before turning back to Lilu. "Today," you say slowly, pacing in front of her as she watches with apprehension, "I want you to clean this tent." You gesture around at the furs and other furnishings, then nod toward a cloth and bucket set aside earlier.

Lilu looks down at the tools you've given her, then back up at your face. Her mouth goes dry, fear making it difficult for her to speak.

Aelwyn hesitates for only a moment before climbing onto your back. You carry her through the mansion, avoiding the smoke-filled rooms and searching for anything of value. As you make your way out of the house, you see Jacob watching you from across the street with a look of jealousy on his face...

You hurry away from the mansion, carrying Aelwyn on your back. As you walk through the streets of Rivenbrook, she whispers softly into your ear, her breath tickling your neck. "Thank you... for being different than them," she says, her voice barely audible over the sounds of battle and destruction that fill the air around you.

You glance back at Jacob one last time before turning a corner, disappearing from his view.

You groan deep in your throat as Avelina's tongue begins to explore your ass, the sensation both pleasurable and degrading at the same time. You reach down with one hand, gripping her hair tightly as she laps hungrily at your anus, pulling her head back and forth between your cheeks. Her lips part in a silent scream of agony and shame, tears streaming down her face as she continues to service you.

As Avelina licks your ass, the other elves watch in horrified fascination, unsure whether to retch or join in the depraved act themselves. Their eyes flit between the gory mess of your mutilated members and Avelina's contorted features, each of them consumed by conflicting feelings of fear, lust, and disgust.

You smile down at the young elf girl as she takes your hand. "That's my good girl," you say softly, helping her to her feet. "Now let's go find you something nice to wear and some food in your tummy." As you lead Lily away from the grisly scene behind you, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having found such a young and vulnerable prize. She may only be ten years old, but she'll make an excellent addition to your personal harem...

As you lead Lily through the streets of Rivenbrook, her tiny hand clutching tightly to your rough armor, she starts to calm down a bit. You pause for a moment, looking at her with curiosity. "Where's your mother, Lily?" you ask gently. She looks up at you with big, teary eyes and sniffles before answering in a quiet voice, "She... she was taken by another soldier... I don't know where..."