"Ahh, so we have an elf playing with my tree, hmm?" A deep, melodious voice came from one of the passages, and a figure stepped into the room.<br/><br/>The being was shaped like a broad-shouldered man with an intense, muscular frame that is positively chiseled. His skin was almost the color of bronze, and his eyes were a bright gold that was offset by the deep black horns that rose from his handsome face. His hands were clawed, a tail swayed behind him, and a broad set of bat-like wings were behind him. His loincloth didn't do much to hide his huge manhood, either. He positively radiated sex, magic, and danger, but he smiled at Naael, taking a sniff.<br/><br/>"Enjoying the smell of my tree, are we? Now, let's keep this simple. You can surrender to me now, and I'll let you go on the morrow, only a little worse for wear, or I can beat you into submission, do what I want with you, and leave you with child. It's up to you, little elf." His voice seemed all too reasonable, even as he flexed his arms, obviously expecting to have to do the latter, given his malicious smile.