Beneath a large tree was a curious bundle of green and brown, with a splash of black. Upon closer inspection it was an elf, napping peacefully away on top of moss covered roots as the afternoon storm continued on. Their boots covered in some mud, and what looked to be some blood. Curious enough was that the elf slept with their weapon close to their side of chest.

The sound of birds flitting around the branches that drooped to the forest floor awoke the elf. A green eye with hazel flecks, and a light grey almost faint blue eye, stared out noticing the sound of the rain and the slight chill in the air. The elf couldn't help but smile, after a hard day's hunt these were the little pleasures that the elf, Sam, enjoyed.

Sam sheathed their sword away and stood up, dusting their green cloak off and their worn out dark pants. Off to the side was their wide brimmed hair, with a point that was too heavy so it flopped to the side. The elf sighed, brushing strands of black hair out of their face and stretched as much as they could, hearing little pops that made them groan softly. They could feel the blood rushing through their body, a little to much for their own liking.

Sam blushed a bit, a hand on their chest feeling the warmth that pooled between their legs. 'Do it at the inn..' the elf thought to themselves, feeling one of their hands touching the soft undercurve of their breasts. Despite all the baggy clothes and some tight articles of armor, and their light bindings around their chest, Sam was still a woman. Wood elves were born and taught that their bodies were vessels for their soul, their light and that it did not reflect their true self; it was hard to explain to humans and other races that concept. Still, Sam appreciated the form their body had, a little lithe and petite with hips that flattered them, their body a little toned thanks to their adventures as well.

After contemplating whether it was wise to give in to a light carnal desire, Sam thought it was best to head back, even in the rain. Walking through the woods like this was soothing, and reminded them of the grands forests that used to dot the horizon back home to the west. The leaves were like flames, red and orange in color, some turning brown and falling to the mudded dirt path. The smell of evergreen and damp earth made Sam nostalgic for home, even if for a moment.

Sam made it back to the inn, soaking a bit but seemingly in good shape.

"Aye Mester Sam, how did it go?" the inn keeper asked, seeing the dark hair elf covered in what looked to be mud and something similar to blood around their leather armor.

"It went well, but a bath is in order, sir..." Sam felt something akin to being tired.

"You've earned it of course," the innkeeper called out watching the small petite looking elf walk down the hallway.

Sam wandered down the hall, stopping first at their room and dropping their cloak, knapsack and weapons. Stripping the armor felt wonderful, it was a miracle Sam was still standing at this point considering all the travel that they had gone through for this last hunt, resting under the tree helped little. The elf pulled off their gloves and looked at their hands for a moment, they were tender to the touch. A nice hot bath was terribly in need. With that Sam grabbed a dark colored towel of some kind that they had draped over a wooden chair near their bed and walked out, down the hallway to an area outside.

This part of the area was known for its natural springs, and with it some kind of healing ability (most humans considered it to be a fairy tale) and Sam was eager to test it out. The elf peeled their clothes off, leaving little to the imagination as their feminine curves made themselves known to no one but themselves. Underneath all the bulky and baggy clothing was a gorgeous female body, their muscle soft against their lithe features, their breasts were modest in size but perky. The chill of the air making the elf's dark brown nipples stand at attention and the faint goosebumps that covered their brown skin all over for a moment. Sam grabbed their dirty clothes and moved to a spot down the springs where it was covered by natural rocks, careful not to slip along the smooth rock pathway.

It took a bit but Sam finally sank into the hot emerald waters of the spring, and the elf couldn't help but let out a little groan. The heat was soothing on their hands finally shaking off the cold from the magics. The smell of flowers and herbs tickled the elf's nose, it was pleasant and almost enough to make Sam homesick. They leaned back against the carved rock lip of the spring and felt themselves relax, their body felt so light and warm and an all too familiar heat pooled around the elf's core, sending a tingle of arousal between their legs to a sensitive little bud that was hidden by soft curls of black hair. Sam's clit was begging for some attention now that the job was done. Sam had time now at least to relax and enjoy themselves.

Not wanting to contaminate the waters at all, Sam sat on a spot above the water's edge, spreading their legs slightly and looking down at the modest curls that hid their most delicate of flesh. Sam sight, a gentle finger finding its mark on their swollen clit as they rubbed it softly in modest motions. Sam let out a little whimper, feeling the body react with a slight jolt of pleasure. Their own arousal was dripping down their entrance, coating the folds with a light shimmer and dripping ever so slightly on the smooth rock surface.

"F-Fuck..." Sam groaned, rubbing the clit with more pleasure, feeling the movements send smore sensations of pleasure. Their nipples were standing at attention from the mixture of the slight chill of the air and the arousal that was creeping through their body. Sam's cheeks were red as they kept on with their moans. "A-Ah..."

One finger, then two slipped into their entrance, they were warm and tight and equally wet. Instinct took over and all Sam could do was give way to pleasure, rubbing their clit with one hand and vigrously fucking themselves with the other. In their mind all they could think about was an imaginary lover pounding their needy and wet cunt. The thought of a cock sliding into them made Sam moan for something that wasn't there, begging to go faster and harder till they rocked their hips, feeling something like a coil snap inside of them. Tension melting away in soothing waves of heat and pleasure that tingled through all of Sam's body, leaving goosebumps.

"Good gods..." Sam panted, leaning back against the rocks on which they sat and let out a deep sigh. The elf had been in need for some time, and luckily it worked out to do so in the secluded section of the hot springs.

With that Sam washed up, packing their clothes in a hurry and wrapping the towel around their nude body before heading back. Unbeknownst to Sam, in their excitement to leave they failed to noticed someone had come in during their moment of self-love, and that the elf had dropped a small elven ring of gold and silver near the entrance of the doorway as they made their way back to their room.

what am I looking for?

I'd like for someone to play the love interest/one night stand for my elf spellsword, Sam (their real name is a long one). I'm looking for a partner for Sam! I would prefer werewolves or anthros I kind of blame Blaidd from Elden Ring honestly, him and his little cute face lol.

I'm a fan of slow burn romances, or like the whole enemy to lovers kind of thing with a bit of angst sprinkled into it.

Character I am playing as

Sam is the short form of their Elven name. They are a wood elf hailing from a long forgotten tribe, only known attributes from folklore are the elves silvery hair and brown skin. Sam uses glamour magic to hide their silvery hair, opting to have it be black and down to their shoulders. They have one green eye with flecks of hazel, and their right eye seems to be a pale grey almost white color; a scar left behind from magical corruption. Normally Sam wears a pointed sorcerer's hat that covers the eyes because of how large the brim is and because they are short! They stand at around 5'2. Their clothing is a mixture of leather and fur, a cape of fur that sometimes turns into feathers (if rumors are to be believed), and leather boots that look like that of old fable magicians. They've got perky B-cup breasts with cute dark sensitive nipples, a cute perky butt, and a toned waist with hips as wise as their shoulders. They have a couple of scars here and there.

Sam is non-binary and I'm not going to waiver on it. For Wood Elves in this idea, they don't have a concept of gender. Sam is though born a woman, so while they acknowledge that it isn't something that defines them in that sense.

other important things

I only roleplay on reddit and multi-paragraphs are alright! We all have our good and bad days. Maybe discord.

You have to enjoy world-building!! I love world building for these kinds of things and I'd like to have your input too since it's going to be a place our characters will be inhabiting! Also I hope you're okay with OOC stuff, sometimes I just feel like chatting and asking how you're doing.

Let me know if you have any ideas to incorporate into this roleplay. Please provide a description of your character. 3rd person only! I am open to having this on discord too, but reddit for right now is okay.

Likes

sloppy kisses, tongue kisses, ridiculous amounts of cum, getting knotted, beast, romance, smut, affection, holding hands, bites on the neck, light amounts of forcefulness, oral (giving and receiving), size difference, clothed sex, anthro, werewolf, monster men, angst

Maybes: exhibition/risky places

Dislikes:

pain, gore, vore, feet, bathroom things, blood, centaur, minotaur, anal