Eli Elk

Stories from beside the fire

Eli has lived in these mountains longer than most. He carries the kind of strength that only comes from years of wandering wild places. Lean and powerful, not bulky, but unmistakably strong. Being an elk, he still stood a few heads taller than me, antlers rising high like branches against the sky.

Most elk travel in tight herds, but Eli has always been different. He lives alone on the far side of the lake from the shop, choosing solitude over company. I never asked why. Eli has the sort of easy, relaxed spirit that makes questions feel unnecessary. He moves through life like someone who’s never rushed a single moment. Most days he’s out foraging, wandering the trails, or lying in the sun along the hillsides. If anyone in these mountains knows how to enjoy life, it’s him.

We’ve spent time together before. A few long hikes, a couple nights around his campfire when I didn’t feel like heading all the way back to my own. Eli’s good company. Conversations with him tend to drift into strange directions, stories about the mountains, thoughts about life, whatever comes to mind. Hours slip away without either of us noticing.

But everyone up here knows one thing about Eli. When rutting season rolls around, you stay well clear of his camp.

Normally he’s calm, gentle even. Almost laid back to the point of laziness. During the rut though, something changes. The stories say he gets restless. Tense. Frustrated. Like the mountains themselves are pushing too much wild energy through him all at once.

One afternoon, after closing up the shop, I decided to head out for a short hike. Just enough to stretch my legs and clear my head. I made sure to steer wide of Eli’s camp on the way out. No sense pushing my luck during that time of year.

I spent a while at one of my favorite overlooks before I heard the first rumble of thunder roll through the valley. Storms build fast in these mountains. By the time I started back down the trail, the sky had already turned dark.

I barely made it thirty paces before the rain started falling.

Hard.

The trail turned slick under my paws and within minutes I was soaked through. After nearly half an hour pushing through the downpour I could see the lake and my camp across the water. That’s when I spotted Eli’s fire glowing through the trees.

A dry place sounded too good to pass up.

As I approached his camp I could see the shadow of his antlers moving inside the tent. He must have heard me coming, because I saw him shift suddenly before pushing the flap open.

The look on his face wasn’t the usual easy smile. There was heat in his eyes. Something restless, wound tight beneath the surface. For a moment I wondered if I’d made a mistake stopping by.

Then he saw how drenched I was.

The tension melted away almost instantly as he welcomed me in. Eli pulled out a seat and tossed another log onto the fire so I could warm up.

We sat there for a while beneath the shelter, letting the rain hammer the forest around us. He was a little sharper than usual, a little more restless, but nothing like the warnings people gave about him this time of year. Honestly, even in this state he was still calmer than half the brutes I ran into on these trails.

Eventually the storm passed and I stood to head back to camp.

Eli offered to walk me down the trail. I figured he was just glad to have some company. Everyone else tends to give him a wide berth when the rut hits.

The hike started out like any other we’d taken together. I led the way while he followed a few steps behind. Every now and then I glanced back and caught him looking my way, probably eyeing up my ass. I couldn’t blame him. Anyone who’s spent enough time on the trail knows you pass the miles however you can.

But after a while I noticed something else.

Even in the faint moonlight breaking through the clouds I could see the shape of something beneath his pants. Not a flask. Not a tool.

Something much bigger.

When I looked back again our eyes met and he realized I’d noticed.

He looked almost embarrassed.

I laughed softly and told him he didn’t need to apologize.

Eli rubbed the back of his neck and muttered something about rutting season, about how it had been a while, about how sometimes the instincts just take over whether he wants them to or not.

For a moment neither of us said anything.

The trail was quiet except for water dripping from the trees above.

Then Eli stepped closer.

The warmth rolling off him was impossible to ignore. Up close the difference in our size was even more obvious. He hesitated for just a second, giving me time to step away if I wanted.

I didn’t.

Instead I reached down and rested my paw against the front of his jeans, slowly squeezing and rubbing the thick shape straining beneath the fabric. Even through the denim it was obvious just how big he was. Eli let out a deep breath, almost a sigh, like that one small touch had already started to relieve weeks of tension that the rut had been building in him.

But I knew he needed more than that.

I barely managed to get his jeans unbuttoned before Eli grabbed me and pushed me back against a nearby tree. My pants were yanked down to my ankles in one rough motion. I'm sure normally Eli would’ve been gentler, slower about things. Tonight the rut had other plans. The calm, easygoing elk I knew was gone, replaced by something much more primal.

Pure instinct had taken over.

And honestly… I didn’t mind one bit.

He was massive. Thick enough to make the stretch a challenge right from the start, but it was the sheer length that made the whole thing feel almost unreal. Each thrust carried a kind of raw strength I’d never felt before. Not careless, but powerful, driven by weeks of frustration finally finding its release.

The deeper he pushed, the harder it became to keep my footing against the tree.

Within minutes he buried himself so deep I swear I could feel it in my throat. Eli let out a low grunt and finally exhaled like all the pressure that had been building inside him had finally broken loose.

By the time it was over my legs could barely hold me up.

We finally caught our breath and the storm clouds had cleared and the moon was shining over the lake.

Eli looked a lot calmer after that.

I walked the rest of the trail back to camp with a grin on my face, already knowing I’d have to remember every detail.

Some encounters in these mountains are just too good not to bring back to the shop.

And Eli… well.

Eli left quite an impression.

What’s Included:

Every piece that leaves the shop is packed with care and a few extras from base camp:

• Recycled Cotton Storage Bag

  Keeps your gear safe when it’s not in use

• High-Quality Art Print

  Featuring original NSFW artwork of the character

• Postcard from Base Camp

  Includes care instructions and a note from the trail

• Untamed Stickers

  A few extras to take with you

• Silicone Logo Squishy

  A little piece of the shop to keep around

Everything is carefully packed using recycled wood packing material, and shipped in either a plain cardboard box or a woodgrain-stamped box with the Untamed logo, making sure it arrives safe and ready for the trail ahead.

Design Features:

• Tapered, easy-entry tip
  Starts narrow and guided, making it approachable while still leading into something much more substantial.

• Gradual build in thickness
  Smoothly transitions from slim to thick, creating a steady, natural sense of fullness as you go.

• Hefty, filling shaft
  Develops into a thick, weighty shaft that feels heavy and satisfying at depth.

• Extended length for deeper reach
  Longer than most, allowing for deeper exploration without feeling abrupt or overwhelming. 

Available Sizes:

• Small
  Friendly but filling

• Medium
  Balanced and bold

• Large
  For when you really want to feel it

(See size chart below for exact dimensions)

Firmness Options:

• Extra Soft
  Velvet smooth and deeply yielding; perfect for those who crave maximum cushion and a slow, indulgent experience
• Soft
  Plush and forgiving; perfect for longer sessions or deeper rides
• Medium
  Just enough give to move with you, but firm enough to hit exactly where it should

More Information on firmnesses available here.

Colors:

Eli’s colors feel drawn from the quiet warmth of the forest. A soft rose gold shaft holds a warm, muted pink throughout, before transitioning to a deep brown base. Subtle swirls of bronze move through the base, catching the light with a richness. Every one will vary slightly in appearance, I take my time and pour these one at a time. Just like the trails he walks, no two are ever quite the same.

(More options coming later - mis-pours and one-offs will be sold separately.)

See you on the trail

- Richard