It does not take much thought. “I think I trust you, and it would probably be pretty folly to oust someone like you.”

Luire blushes. “I do not know what you mean.”

“You were confident about being in the back. I could tell.”

Luire looks at you curiously. “You are good at reading people. It is a good trait for a party leader.” The elf opens up and becomes a bit more comfortable, despite the fact that he had just flashed you about a minute prior.

“I think both myself and the human woman were able to pick up on that.”

It is your turn to feel a bit bashful. “I've just been preparing for this for a long time. I've done a lot of reading, a lot of training.” You consider revealing your heroic trait, but think better of it.

“I'm just a quick learner. I'm still going to be relying on you and her a lot for most of the in-the-moment decision making.”

Luire nods. “That is a good call.”

“Where does the confidence come from? Are you trained?” You ask to smoothly place the focus of the conversation back on him.

“Oh, I am just an old man and I know what I am good at. I have been doing this for a long time. Even with varying success you can not avoid picking up a few things.”

You are a bit surprised to hear him suggest that he is 'old.' Looking at him, Luire seems to be around your age but you remember that the age of many of the world's denizens can be quite deceptive. You think back to Kara, who claimed that she is an elder of her tribe.

“How old are you?”

Luire rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “I am fifty-five.” You blink, as despite his youthful appearance, that is older than your parents and beginning to get close in age to your grandparents. It is jarring. Luire notices this and adds.

“What they did to me did a number on my body. I was never going to be able to grow into a tall, attractive elven man like my peers.” The sadness in his voice as he says that gives you pause. You feel a distinct sense of sympathy for him.

“Can I let you in on a secret?”

Luire perks up, his ears twitching. “Yes.”

“I specifically put this party together to avoid funny business. I want this to be a serious group, so I feel like you'll probably be able to shine here.” It is a strange claim to make, and it should be obvious for any party, but you can tell that he has been in many groups where bad things have happened. That much was evident simply due to the fact that he was searching for an all female party. However strange your claim sounded, Luire is relieved by it.

“Thank goodness. I look forward to working with you.” The elf's smile, and the way he tilts his head slightly as he thanks you genuinely stirs something in you. For all intents and purposes Luire looks like a girl. His face, lips and even his figure are deceptive. You understand completely how he would have trouble in male groups. As he continues to smile and stare at you curiously you feel a distinct sense of guilt. Not from him but from yourself. Forgetting what he is packing, it is somewhat easy to imagine taking such a delicate individual. If you were not already taken with Kara it could be dangerous to have him around. Luckily, you feel confident in your convictions and are therefore comfortable extending your hand in a friendly manor.

“I look forward to it, too.” You take his slender hand in yours and shake it. Luckily, it is not impossibly soft, as one would expect of a woman's. His fingers are hard and calloused, as any archers would be. You get up, feeling quite good about the conversation, and leave the elf to get settled in for the night.

Returning to your room you find Kara laying on the bed. “That woman is so annoying and that wolf is basically like a puppy around me. So curious and always asking so many questions.” She complains at you.

“It's the best we could do, given what I was looking for. It isn't hard to figure that they all have something going on, not just the elf. Otherwise, why would they even join us?”

“You figured out the elf was male? Is he still joining us.” Kara gives you an intrigued look and rolls over onto her stomach, kicking her legs back and forth in the air idly. The room is a bit nicer than the others you have rented in the past. Despite being someone who is critical of human culture, she is very attracted to human comfort.

“You knew he was male?”

“From the start, yeah.”

“You weren't going to say anything?” She shakes her head. You let out a light sigh, walking over to the bed.

“He's fine. He's experienced. More importantly, he's even less your type than me, right?” You say it as a joke at your own expense but it still feels a little bad to admit.

Kara shrugs, her gaze following you as you approach the bed. “What's my type?” You grimace at the question. You can not pretend that this is not a topic that you have given obsessive thought.

“Big men with large dicks that take very little effort to please you.” You offer derisively. It is still a bit annoying to you that you can spend so much time learning and perfecting methods of pleasing her using your package and a basic man with a larger member can simply come along and do it better.

Kara smirks. “And?”

You roll your eyes. “Oh, right, sorry... You seem to enjoy getting overwhelmed. For such a strong girl you have quite the kink for being weak.”

She sticks out her tongue at you. “It's because I'm strong that I wanna be able to pretend for even a little while that I'm weak. There aren't many men in the world that could do that for real. If a guy can at least walk the walk I might as well humor them until they start to get on my nerves with their bullshit.”

You stare down at her from the edge of the bed where she is laying down. “If I grow strong enough to make you feel weak, what will you do?”

She looks to be in thought over that question. After a few moments she rolls over onto her back. “I think I'd have to... Like you.” She blushes lightly. You can tell she is being genuine. The answer excites you both in body and spirit. Body, because you are hard at the thought and spirit, because you feel a sudden up-welling of hope and motivation.

“You are so basic.” You smirk, climbing onto the bed. Moving between her legs, you slide your hands under her knees and suddenly, with quite a bit of force, lift. Mimicking what you saw Sam do to her is relatively easy. You pin her flexible legs back so that her ankles pin behind her shoulders. Kara stares up at you with wide eyes. The fox-girl bites her bottom lip with her sharp canines and nearly draws blood. Looking down at her like this is quite erotic. Her crimson hair is splayed out over the bed and her folds have opened like a flower dripping nectar. You gulp and guide your cock down to push into her suddenly and unceremoniously while you have her pinned to the bed in a lock.

“Should I just do this? Take what I want?”

Kara looks up with affection. “Yes, take.”

Your fucking has an animalistic bend to it. You are breathing heavily as you pound into her, but looking down at her in this state does not have the same feel as looking down at her from the perspective of Sam did. For one, Sam had more weight. He was pinning her, where as now you feel Kara allowing this to happen. There must have been some allowance with Sam and the dock worker as well, but you are lacking a very basic raw power that their bodies provided. The second discrepancy is their cocks. Though Kara seems to be enjoying herself, you feel from her amusement, but not rapture or pleasure. She undoubtedly likes what is happening, but it is not satisfying. Your cock is not filling her the same way theirs did. It can not. You grit your teeth as with one last thrust you cum inside.

“D-dammit...” You groan.

“Will I ever be able to make you feel the way they made you feel?” You ask with a forlorn expression, slumping down over her pinned form. As you lose strength her nimble, powerful body unwinds like a spring. Her legs lift to wrap playfully around your back. One arm drapes over your shoulders while the other simply lifts a hand to caress your cheek.

“I don't know.” She says it in a soothing tone, but that is contrasted by the fact that the answer is not at all comforting.

“To be able to do that, you may need to give something down the line. Who knows if you should, or if you even can.” In an instant Kara turns the tables and is now laying on top of you, staring down with a strangely malicious expression.

“Honestly, I gotta to ask... What do I need to do to get you to stop liking me the way you do?” You gulp. It is a question with a simple answer. There is obviously nothing she could do that would make you, as you are now, stop liking her. However, as you open your mouth to respond and say that she pinches your lips shut and brings her face down close to yours. She furrows her brow, giving off annoyance.

“I'm doing everything I can to push you away. I know you can even, like... Tell what I'm thinking and you still wanna chase me romantically?” You nod. Kara groans and leans back. The woman is dripping frustration, as opposed to what she was dripping moments ago.

“When I said I'd have to like you if you got stronger that gave you hope, right? But you know how hard that'll be? You know I barely see you as a man right now, don't you?” Kara reaches down to hold your balls in her hand. You whimper as she massages them.

“You only want me, right?” You nod.

“Y-yes.”

“Well I don't want you as anything other than an disciple. these balls can't breed me, so they aren't good for anything...” She suddenly squeezes them, causing you to yelp. After releasing your balls her fingers circle your member.

“And this thing? This little thing? You know, you can't substitute skill for size when it comes to this, right?” Kara grins evilly as she stares down at you. It is a predatory look that you have not yet been treated to. The way her eyes are looking at you is reminiscent of those of a wolves just before the kill. Something you remember from training your consciousness migrating skill.

“If you were raised among my tribe you would not be considered a man...” She cups your entire package in her hand, rolling it around easily. It is both pleasurable and uncomfortable.

“Even though you can't bear children you are, by all other measures, simply a daughter or sister by our standards.”

“But...” Kara tilts her head to one side, she looks to be in deep thought.

“But?” You ask uncomfortably, squirming beneath her. You are panting and sweating at the treatment you are receiving. It is not welcome, but the contact she is giving you is intimate enough to confuse your body into enjoying it.

“Maybe I've been too nice. Too accommodating. I need you to properly understand what you are doing to yourself by chasing me is bad.” Where as before you could discern emotions, now, looking up at Kara all you feel are alarms going off in your head. You feel a sense of threat and danger that you have never felt before. Paradoxically, despite that feeling, her demeanor has changed to being downright nice.

“You want to be together no matter what?” You nod, obviously. Kara offers a caring smile that betrays the danger underlying her actions. She leans down and kisses your cheek gently before lingering, speaking directly into your ear.

“I'll adopt you, train you as if you were one of my girls... I could treat you like one of my own, instead of an outsider. A bond stronger than anything. Stronger than anything you will ever be able to gain from me as a human. Don't let the word 'daughter' or 'sister' confuse you. There is no proper translation of what you would be from my language. We could be intimate in ways that you desire... We would share things that others don't understand and will never understand. That is basically the same as being in a human relationship, no? Maybe even better. You just have to give up something of yourself now, rather than later...” As she is making the offer Kara is continuing to rub your member and balls with her one hand enticingly. You can tell with certainty that she is not lying about that part, but it begs the question of what you have to lose. The hope that you felt minutes ago is being challenged. On the surface you are being gifted an easy way to be with Kara... On the other hand, it is absolutely not in the way you envisioned. As if reading your mind, she adds.