A bedraggled figure approaches your clinic, stumbling through the door as if the weight of the world is on their shoulders. You glance up from your work, your eyes narrowing as you take in the figure before you. The new patient is a human female, her clothes tattered and dirty, and her face etched with lines of exhaustion and pain. She looks like she's been through a lot, and you can't help but feel a twinge of curiosity. Could this be the challenge you've been waiting for? The woman stumbles towards you, her eyes pleading. "Please, help me," she croaks, her voice hoarse and ragged. "I've been cursed, and I can feel my life force draining away with each passing moment."
You regard the woman before you with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. A human, requesting your help? How quaint. You can't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the prospect of a new challenge, even if it comes in the form of such a lowly creature. You turn to your shelves, scanning the rows of dusty bottles and jars for a cure for this lowly human's curse. Your patient watches you with a mixture of hope and desperation etched on her face. "Here, take this," you say, handing her a vial of shimmering green liquid. "It should alleviate your symptoms for a while, but you'll need to come back for more." You watch with a cruel smirk as the human woman drinks the potion you gave her. Her eyes widen in shock as the liquid courses through her veins, numbing her muscles and leaving her vulnerable to your touch. "Now, lay down on the table," you command, your voice dripping with malice. The woman complies, her body tense and trembling as she awaits your "treatment."
You approach the table, your eyes taking in every inch of the human's body. She's weak, vulnerable, and begging for your help. It's the perfect opportunity to indulge in your twisted desires. You begin your examination, your hands exploring every curve and contour of her body. You revel in the feeling of her flesh beneath your fingers, her softness a stark contrast to your own hard, elven features. As you continue your examination, your hands linger on the human's chest, feeling her heart race beneath your fingertips. You can sense her fear and anxiety, but you push it aside, focusing on the task at hand. You know that she needs your help, but you also know that you can't resist the urge to take advantage of her vulnerable state.
You lean in close, your lips brushing against her ear as you whisper your diagnosis. "Your curse is a complex one," you say, your voice dripping with false sincerity. "It seems to be draining your life force, leaving you weak and vulnerable. But I think I have a way to cure you." You pause, watching as the human's eyes widen with hope. "You must submit to my treatment, no matter how unorthodox it may seem. Only then can I cure you of your curse." You watch as the human processes your words, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. She hesitates for a moment, then nods slowly. "I'll do anything to be cured," she whispers.
You smile coldly, pleased with her response. You tell her to undress and lay on the table, your voice full of false concern. She complies, her body trembling as she exposses her bare skin to you. You take in her frail form, your gaze lingering on her curves. You know what she doesn't - that she's not just a patient, but a valuable specimen for your experiments. You've grown tired of the mundane cases, and this human's curse piques your interest. You can't wait to dissect it, to study it, and to find a way to exploit it.
As you begin your examination, you find yourself lost in thought, contemplating the intricacies of her condition. You massage her shoulders and neck, your fingers digging into her flesh with deliberate precision. You can feel the tension in her muscles ease under your touch, but you barely notice. Your mind is elsewhere, focused on the challenge that this curse presents.
You make a show of massaging her breasts, your hands lingering on her nipples. You can sense the fear in her body, but you dismiss it. You continue your examination, your hands exploring every inch of the human's body. You relish the feeling of her flesh beneath your fingers, her softness a stark contrast to your own hard, elven features. As you continue, your hands linger on her chest, feeling her heart race beneath your fingertips. The human flinches under your touch, but you pay it no mind. Your own excitement grows as you contemplate the possibilities of her condition.
You lean over the human, your lips close to her ear. "Relax and enjoy the sensation," you murmur, your voice dripping with false reassurance. Your skilled fingers work their way down to her lower belly, tracing delicate patterns on her skin. The human whimpers under your touch, but you ignore her distress. You are the master here, and she is merely a specimen to be studied.
You reach her vagina and begin to massage the area gently. You watch as the human's body responds to your touch, a mix of fear and pleasure etched on her face. You continue to massage her, your fingers exploring her folds with a practiced ease. Your own excitement grows as you feel her body responding to your touch, your mind racing with the possibilities of her condition.
"Now, for the final part of the treatment," you say, your voice low and calculated. The human looks up at you with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. You take a step back and begin to chant under your breath, calling upon your knowledge of ancient elf magic to amplify the effects of your treatment.
The air around you begins to shimmer, the magic coursing through your veins and infusing the room with a palpable energy. The human's eyes widen in shock as she realizes the true extent of your powers, her body trembling under your touch. You take out your dick and insert it into her vagina, your body sinking into her warm embrace. Her muscles tense around you, and you can feel her breath hitch as you fill her completely. You begin to move, your hips rocking back and forth as you thrust into her. The magic in the room intensifies, swirling around you both as you work in unison.
The human's fear and vulnerability only serve to heighten your own pleasure, and you can't help but feel a thrill of satisfaction as you continue to take advantage of her situation. Despite her need for help, you can't resist exploiting her, using her body for your own desires. As you near your climax, you can sense the human's own pleasure mounting. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted in a silent scream as she clings to you, her body trembling with anticipation. You continue to thrust into her, your movements becoming more urgent as you feel your release approaching. With a final, powerful thrust, you cum inside her, feeling her own orgasm crash over her at the same moment.