Slutty Elf Design Sheet (Patreon)

The kingdom was awash in rumors. Tales told over pints of ale in rollicking taverns and whispered behind gloved hands at the royal court.

The Princess has appetites not fit for polite society. Urges best kept to candle lit bedchambers or, at their most depraved, filthy back alleys. She cloaks herself and leaves the castle under cover of darkness, strolling the dangerous part of town no proper member of nobility would ever step a single, polished shoe in.

On her wilder nights, she'll find a block rife with thugs and ruffians, saunter slowly by, feeling their eyes trace the silken cloak gliding over her every curve. She turns and flings the cloak wide, revealing the ample bosom, pert nipples and full, shapely hips. The miscreants gather close, hypnotized by this sumptuous feast. The draw near, stopping short, hesitant to touch, sensing a trap.

Sensing their hungry apprehension, she smiles her succulent lips, steps to the largest troll, and as she leans close, cups his cock in her delicate fingers. The weight and size of it is like a heavy bag of coins in her clutch. She shifts the weighty balls in her grip, as the cock visibly lengthens in the rapidly tightening trousers.

" Greetings, Lads. I seek wicked company with depraved intentions to help satisfy my needs."

As she turns to drink in the hungry looks of the assembled crowd, she lets the cloak slip from her bare shoulders, exposing her body fully to the crisp night air, causing her large nipples to instantly become erect. She let's out a long slow breath as the sensation washes over her, then opens her eyes, bright irises sparkling under heavy, dreaming lids.

"Any takers?"