Seriously? Fine. He could do this. “Pleasure is when you feel very good and sensitive. It feels like little pops all around you and especially down here.” He gently rubbed the slightly bleeding area.

“O…okay..”, Elvin wasn’t too sure if he understood. But it’s very good apparently, and he tried to imagine something that would fit. He wasn’t too sure, but he guessed he couldn’t make it too bad.

Pleasure. A very good feeling that came from a sensitive spot. “Okay I think… I got it..”, he mumbled.

“Pleasure.” He pulled the knife away, pressing his fingers in almost tenderly. “Or do you want this only to hurt?”

“N-no..”, Elvin certainly didn’t like pain a lot. But pleasure? He had never felt something like that before. He was guessing it felt good. He felt good when he was hugged, or got kisses. But it must be more good?
“I.. I don’t know how pleasure feels like..”, he mumbled, unsure. He knew his branches were sensitive where they sprouted, so maybe sensitive like that?

Julius hummed as the knife slipped in, this time without resistance. A smirk covered his face as he reached down and prodded at the new hole, rubbing his finger over the clit. “Make it sensitive.”

“Sensitive to what?”, Elvin asked, making soft sounds as he was touched. It felt weird, but not bad -except the knife, which still cut him and hurt.

“Don’t make me wait any longer or I’ll cut your fingers off.” He hissed as he pressed the knife harder.

“S-sorry-”, Elvin whimpered at the pain from the knife. He took deep breaths, trying to picture himself differently, how he guessed it should look and feel like. He changed easily, quickly.

He stopped, bit still held the blade. “Change? You can shapeshift and shit?” Still sitting on the other he pulled up a picture of a pussy, it wet, and showed it to the spirit. “Between your legs. Make it tight.”

“A-a little bit..”, Elvin whimpered. He couldn’t change his main appearance -height, hair, colours- but little things. Since he had no gender, he could change such aspects to be however he wished. He just needed to know how it should be like.

He had no idea what Julius was showing him, but he was guessing. He had searched for a hole, and since it was kind of inside of the body it should be warm. And it looked wet? He had no clue what it was supposed to be, really, but he tried. It would probably not feel like a real one though.

“Great. Suppose I’ll need to make one.” He pulled out his hunting knife, straddling the spirit. He lifted the tunic, then one thin leg, and shoved the blade between them. He forced it into the skin.

Elvin screamed in pain as he was stabbed, bleeding golden, much similar to a tree’s resin. It hurt, though he couldn’t be killed being hurt like this.
“Stop- stop please! I’ll- I’ll change, please- please just tell me, don’t hurt me please-”, he begged, trembling.

Julius rolled his eyes, then forced the spirit onto its stomach. He used his feet to kick apart the legs, placing his foot on its back as he leaned down, shoving his hand between them and feeling around.

Elvin yelped when he was pushed onto his stomach, whimpering as he was kept down. He didn’t understand what the human wanted from him. There was nothing for Julius to feel either. Elvin could change his appearance a little bit if need be, mostly little things like what Julius was looking for. But Elvin didn’t know about genitals, so he didn’t have anything.

He opened the latch, quickly reaching into the cage and grabbing it. He forced the collar around its neck, tightening it and smirking. “Do you have a hole or do I need to make one?”

Elvin squeaked when the collar was tightened around his neck, whimpering. It was really uncomfortable.
“Wh-what?..”, he didn’t understand. He had no idea how human’s reproduction worked like, so he had no clue what Julius meant.

Julius smirked, kicking it again and pulling out a iron collar. It was small enough to be wrapped around the spirit’s neck, and it would allow it to be taken from the forest… of course there would be consequences but he had only short term plans with it anyway.

Elvin watched, afraid. Iron didn’t hurt him, but it also wasn’t really comfortable to wear such a collar tight around his neck.
“W-what do you want?..”, he whimpered. He wasn’t a powerful deity, he couldn’t safe himself from this. He could barely do anything, considering some other deities.

“How do you like me now, little bitch?” The human sneered as he kicked the cage the forest spirit was locked in. He had finally caught it and was looking for fun.

Elvin yelped, cowering against the bars of the cage. He couldn’t leave the forest, but he could be trapped. He looked fearfully up at the human, not knowing what they wanted from him.