I generally like to think that people are inherently good. Given the right conditions, they treat each other well, right? That wasn't true for my new mistress, Ellara Voss, or at least, not all the time, for the wrong reason.One moment, she'd be Light-Ellara, with her soft smiles and apologetic glances. Her slender, Hollywood-esque frame moved with the grace of a woodland princess, explaining to me things as a patient teacher.The next, she'd flip to Dark-Ellara. Her body would swell into those comic-book curves that made my mouth dry. The worst part of it was she'd turn into a total domina, barking orders and zapping me for the slightest mistake.Ellara refused to tell me why it happened. Perhaps it was childhood trauma, or something magical. Regretfully, I couldn't get my hands on either of those bodies.But damn, when she went dark, it got lewd for me. She'd kick me or pin me down with her foot. Her voice also sounded slightly husky as she whispered threats that made my blood run

Descending that hillock felt like sliding into a dream straight out of a low-budget Lord of the Rings knockoff. Huts were clustered on the sloping hillside below like a shantytown. Smoke curled lazily from kitchens, furnaces, and smitheries, probably trying to signal aliens or something.I could smell the damp earth along with roasting herbs. It was kind of comforting, NGL."My people," Ellara said, like she'd been on the run for too long. "Sylvan Elves."She was in her light form now, slender and graceful. I enjoyed watching her take happy steps as she led the way down the uneven path. But I could also notice the tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers twitched like she was ready to switch at any moment.I followed her closely, afraid she'd zap me otherwise. Not that I planned to run. Where would I go anyway? Back to goblin-infested caves? Nah, my mind was on other things.The reason I was so excited about entering this Elf town was simple—potential harem material. These Sylvan