Get her dressed
From Torg Adventure
A ring with three big keys hangs from the dead goblin’s belt; one of the them probably will unlock the shackles binding the elf's legs. The length of chain is just long enough to allow her to take short steps, and the iron bands that encircle her calves are digging cruelly into her skin. Kneeling at the goblin’s side you are able to twist the ring off its clasp and without rising, find a medium sized key that unlocks the iron rings binding the elf’s slender ankles. Her legs tremble as your hands stroke the reddened skin where the metal rubbed against her. From this position, the scent of her juices is intoxicating, and you are tempted to grab her ass and bury your head between the shredded remains of her skirt, but you don’t want to continue the elf maid’s nightmare.
Tossing the shackles to the side, you stand again with your arms around her body working on releasing the stiff buckles that fasten the studded leather collar around her slender neck. As you work to unbuckle the leather strip her body presses against yours. You can feel her bare breasts pressing against your chest and the firm belly rubbing against your hard member is doing nothing to ease its need.
Finally the collar falls from her neck. It takes a conscious effort on your part not to use your lips to kiss the soft skin exposed when the band is unfastened. You have to do something or you will explode. Stepping back, you lead her to the fallen barn where you spent the night and rummaging through your satchel you find your good tunic. You’ve only worn it a few times since your mother gifted it to you on the spring solstice. It is made of the finest spun lamb’s wool and dyed a pale green that should suit her. Lifting the tunic over her head you pull her arms through the open sleeves. The tunic hangs to her knees like a dress covering her torso and shapely thighs but not her arms, calves or pretty sandaled feet.
The garment is far too large for her but a makeshift belt made from part of a harness found on the dirt floor of the barn cinches the soft wool around her waist. The elf stands passively the entire time you dress her but when you step back to evaluate your efforts she turns in a pirouette and runs her fingers over the soft fabric of her ‘skirt’ smiling and speaking musical words that you cannot understand.
You had hoped that covering her nakedness would help reduce your desire for her, but you are sadly disappointed. The soft fabric drapes over her gentle curves clinging to the swell of her tits and ass, the belt emphasizes the slimness of her waist. Perhaps most distracting are the arm holes, cut for your thick shoulders, that gape under her slender arms, as she lifts her arms spinning happily before you you can see glimpses of her perfect tits through the gaps.
Watching her reaction you are more convinced than ever that the shock of her capture has affected her mind. Her actions are similar to those of the simpleton who wandered your village watched over by the goodwives who washed and fed him during the day and ensured he had shelter when night fell. Any thoughts you had about leaving her behind while you continued your quest evaporated with this new revelation.
Slinging your satchel over your shoulder you walk towards the edge of the village square skirting the bloody bodies of the goblins as you walk. The goblins had little with them and you had no desire to search their dead bodies like the carrion who swarm over battlefields cutting pouches and twisting rings from swollen fingers.
As you approach the oak tree the goblin had pointed to you see a flash of color that seems out of place in the burnt devastation of the village. The elf maid pulls her small hand from yours and skips playfully to the tree where you see several bulging sacks made of crudely sewn sheepskins next to a bundle wrapped in a golden cloth embroidered with scarlet and purple leaves. Ignoring the leather sacks she flips the cloth off the bundle and you see a finely made bow and a quiver with several arrows lying on the ground.
The goblin’s leader proposal make sense now that you see the bow. What little guilt that you had felt earlier for killing him without mercy was gone in a flash as you considered what may have happened if you had let him get to the bow.
The elf maid picks up the bow and starts to string it skillfully.
Do you stop her?
