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"testy are we now? A big strong man such as yourself being so tentative. "

Many strengths I have. Big is a relative term, depending on the size and desires of the beholder. With whom, if I may inquire, do I have the pleasure of conversing?

Her dress is flowing and long with many dark and rich layers of colors and lace. She seems immune to the tropical heat and a sharp contrast to the bard’s blouse outfit you wear over your leather. Her skirt is split with layers of pantelones ending in tall black boots. She would look ready for the opera except for aggressive movement she made to sit next to you on your bunk, and the great scimitar and daggers that lined her belt.

"Aye.... I have noticed you. I see you have made quick friends of this lot." Her voice is deep but like plush velvet. She turns her head to the hatch where you can hear the crew starting their day and then back to look at you deeply. You feel her eyes peer into your eyes, pass over your soft lips, the hair upon your bare shoulders, your bare chest, your flat stomach, lingering and leading down between your legs. She has no intention of falling into your orbit, but rather pulling you into hers. Her domination is palpable.

"You may call me Elendor, my dear. And bigness in a man is indeed relative," she speaks quietly to you, while running a finger up between your legs to your belt.

Intrigued to say the least, I determine for a man who makes his living with his mouth, being quiet and allowing her to aggressively explore is the best course of action, having removed my armor and shirt before taking to my bunk, I look in her eyes and signal a level of submission. My thoughts are, a strong woman is more of a turn on that I would have thought, and am intrigued (and somewhat aroused) to see how her dominance affects me. Feel a stirring between my legs. My elongated elven fingers clinch the sheet as I lean backward a bit.

She watches patiently while your manhood grows and then grasps it’s tip between her cold fingers, forcibly sliding, ever slowly down the shaft. Her mouth is open. Her tongue is pressed against the back of her upper teeth. Her yellow eyes stare down at you pressed back against the mattress. She holds tight to you and leans forward to brush her cheek against yours and whispers in your pointed little ear, "are you good at taking things that you want?"

Not leaving you enough air as you sit back gasp to answer, she makes you an offer, "you want to play at being immortal while the mortals are away, dear? We could play all eternity long if we were the first to the Chalice." Her hands slide down your thighs and massages those sleek Elvish butt cheeks, gripping your bottom and running your asshole ever so lightly with her finger nail "All you have to do is sneak into the Captain’s cabin and take that parchment from the Codex." She throws herself at you and kisses you with every determination a woman can have and more.

"You have no idea." Moving my hand to the back of her head, I intertwine my fingers in her hair and lower her. mouth to my now throbbing cock. I thust upward to feel the head of my cock touch the back of her thoat, wondering if she can take all 10 inches.

She doesn’t. She bites you hard until you squeal. "Sweetheart, get the codex and then we play." She blows you a kiss and fades away in a cloud of vapor.