He who stabs others with a blade must be prepared to be stabbed himself.
He who steals from others must be prepared to be stolen from.
And he who cuts the ears of an elf must be prepared to have his own ears cut.
And so, from the moment I laid eyes on Astaroth in her dark elf body, I couldn't suppress the urge welling up inside me.
"An elf's ears are packed with erogenous nerves. Just touching them is enough to flip the arousal switch in some, and some react as intensely as if you were touching their labia."
An elf's ears were another erogenous zone.
I knew this because I'd had my way with countless elves, and it was backed up by our legion's big data. Which made cutting an elf's ears an absolutely appalling act.
"By cutting their ears, you broke the elves' will to escape."
Crunch. I folded the pointed elf ear in half. Cartilage crunching or not, I crumpled it up without mercy.
"AAAAAGH!!"
Astaroth screamed in agony.
