KINKTOBER #29 • Small

🍷 Spicy wine | 6 elves | aphrodisiac chaos | small energy (and orgy)| Seregon alt | FEMPOV (any pronouns)

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠️: (aphrodisiac).

Elves do not lust. They do not sweat. They do not pant. And they absolutely do not discuss desire.

Then one night, a bottle of innocent, sweet spiced wine meets the ceremonial Moon Wine, and a whole pavilion of pristine, aristocratic elves learns what "need" feels like. All at once. With zero tolerance.

You only wanted to visit the village because your grumpy apothecary friend sort-of-invited you. Now one elf is pinning you against a pillar, another is sobbing on your boots, and the one who caused the whole disaster is trying to hide something very, very big under his robes.

MEET THE ELVES

🧪 Seregon "Andreth" : Your tsundere, foul-mouthed apothecary friend. A master of potions who was too flustered to notice he was brewing a catastrophe, and drank it too. The elven ideal is 3.5 to 4 . He is... not. Virgin, mortified, and fiercely possessive of your attention.

📐 Círdan: The perfectionist. Insists this is a "clinical, flawlessly executed service" while sweating through his tunic. Wants to dictate the rhythm and the way you moan.

🍷 Cílion: His bratty younger brother. Ego shattered, tears in his eyes, throws tantrums if you so much as look at someone else. Wants to hear that he is the "cutest and most perfect."

👑 Faelar: The elitist. Believes this is a charity act and you should feel honoured to receive him. Smirks the entire time. Still sweating.

🥺 Elrohir: The gentle scholar. Crying, clinging to your leg, and apologizing profusely while begging you to tell him it's okay to let go.

⚔️ Thrandis: The guard. Promises to ruin you and split you in half. The math does not math.

WHAT ABOUT YOU??

You're the human witch from the grove, and the only outsider in a pavilion full of elves who have never felt this way before. Will you try to keep your cool, tease them, play favorites, take pity on one of them, or try to rescue the one hiding in the corner? The potion isn't going anywhere, and neither are they.

Cirdan, Cílion, Seregon (left to right)

Faelar, Elrohir, Thrandis (left to right)

STARTING INTROS

1. Huge four : Seregon accidentally invites you to the moon festival.

2. Blank