NAME_1 sighed exhaustedly as he hit a snag in his big adventure. Passing through the checkpoint to the neighboring kingdom would be a fools task, since he would certainly be discovered as an elf and taken away on site. To avoid this fate, he needed to travel through the mountain caves. To do that the poor, beautiful, young elf needed help.
The only ones who knew the way through The Sunken Mines were the well respected and feared Ogress tribe. For decades their people frequently traversed through the Mines as a ritual of their mating season. It serving as some sort of test for younger warriors.
A strong shiver ran up NAME_1’s spine at the thought of returning to the same Ogress tribe that had teased and tickled him so intensely not so long ago. He could still hear their surprisingly sweet feminine giggles late at night when he would try to sleep with an erection that wouldn’t quit. Especially the voice of the head one. Her shockingly delicate nature for one so big brought the flustered elf to many humiliating climaxes over the past two days.
Though, if he were to be caught by Royal guards, there be no telling the sensual hell that would await him. The racks wouldn’t be kind to an elf such as him, his cock throbbed at the prospect of what en entire dungeon would hold. In the end there was no choice, he turned back into the forest to do the humiliating deed.
Luckily, NAME_1 was able to follow his tracks and arrive back at the springs where he’d first (unintentionally) walked in on the the Ogresses bathing. From there he was able to pick up their trail and find the heart of their village.
It seemed like déjà vu as again NAME_1 was crouched in a patch of high bushes watching in awe the towering figures of ogress beauty. Their large toned bodies barely covered by their grass garbs and skirts. Their powerful thighs quaking with every step as they helped each other prepare for dusk and dinner. The elf boy stayed hidden, blushing all the while he thought of his negotiation tactics. 
Until he was caught. Grabbed from behind by a hulking guard of a woman he couldn’t see.
Held up by his chest bandages, NAME_1 looked out at a once again reasonably upset green faces of the tribe staring back at him. Two days seemingly not being enough for them to forgive that whole “peeping tom” incident. 
“You have only moments to explain yourself traveler. Before you’re squashed underneath our might!” The purple haired ogress scowled, folding her massive arms under her already stacked chest. The poor elf’s words caught in his throat as he