In this position, you find yourself just about waist-height, looking at the creature's already hard cock straining against his breeches. His coarse fur hangs in matted clumps all up and down his belly, and from what you can see his pants are stained and weathered from life in the forest. Aside from that, though, he seems<em>mostly</em>clean... you don't see any dirt on him, and he doesn't have that overwhelming primal stench that the gnolls had.<br/><br/>He's not as forceful, either... though there is definitely a sense of urgency to him as he undoes the waistband of his breeches and pulls out a large, surprisingly slender cock. Granted, his size makes "slender" relative...<br/><br/>"I will give you the choice, elf. How shall we do thish?"<br/><br/>Perhaps sensing your agitation, he seems to be<em>trying</em>to be somewhat kind about it... but there is still an element of forcefulness and demand to his voice, and his eyes practically<em>flash</em>with hunger. It seems unlikely that you'd be able to talk your way out of this...