[Teaser]Elves are Pure and Noble, but I just wanna be Lewd!

AN: This is a short snippet to a longer story I have half planned out but haven't touched for...six months ToT

It works well enough on its own I think and gives a good intro to the main character. Even though she's hardly in this. I do have plans to continue, but it'll be awhile unless I get a sudden burst of inspiration.

I was trying something new with the point of view in this, not sure how well it works.

Enjoy?

The giggly whore led her customer by a hand into the dimly lit but very clean alleyway. She spun around and poked her head out to give each side of the quiet road a cursory glance for witnesses, her honey blonde hair shining in the moonlight as it whipped through the cool air. She ducked back in a heartbeat later, still quietly giggling.

Her laughter was cut off by the burly man pulling her into a hungry kiss that was almost a mauling instead of a romantic gesture. His rough hands squeezed and caressed her slender curves as she moaned into his mouth, subtly guiding his movements to bring herself pleasure too.

A moment later they separated, both breathing heavily. The man fumbled at his belt while the woman freed her apple-sized breasts from their confines. Her perky orbs were milk white and tipped with bright red nipples that matched the color of her smirking lips as she dropped into a low squat. The perfect height to take her customer's length into her mouth.

After she took a moment to coo and marvel over the literal length, of course. She was a professional.

The man's head tilted back to rest on the stone of the wall behind him as he groaned. He ran his hands through the talented whore’s hair, though he was polite enough not to take charge and **** his cock down her throat. That or he hadn't paid enough. T’was a pity either way.

After a full minute of sucking and licking and very gentle biting, the whore popped her mouth off the instrument she was so skilled at playing, and asked a question.

The man huffed a laugh and nodded in response.

The whore held out a hand with an air of smugness, earning herself another wry laugh and a pouch clinking with the sound of coins from the man. The money vanished into her cleavage and the whore turned to lean against the opposite wall, wiggling as she tugged her skirt up and over her broad hips.

The man whistled and stroked his cock as he watched, approaching eagerly when the whore said something teasingly over her shoulder. His hands massaged her hips and the head of his shaft found her slick entrance. After a final groaned question, he plunged inside her.

“Ughhna! So deep!” The surprisingly guttural moan and gleeful cry that escaped her lips were only slightly exaggerated, he really was quite an impressive specimen.

The lucky whore could only hold her hands over her lips as her customer drew scream after joyful scream from her shivering body. It was almost as if their roles had been reversed, the man the master of the seductive arts while the woman simply enjoyed the ride and did her best to keep her legs from buckling.

It was at least mostly an act she was playing, no matter how much she trembled after he drove himself in to the hilt, her knees never actually bent far enough to hinder his thrusts. No matter how his hands wandered or his lips kissed the back of her neck, her pleased gasps and shrieks never rose above that first cry.

It was truly impressive to watch, like seeing an artist turn a few sloppy splashes of paint into a breathtaking landscape or an ethereal portrait.

Soon, the two reached a crescendo. The burly man's breath billowed like a stallion's as he hammered her plush rear a final dozen times. They froze together as he came in her depths, his jaw slack and eyes closed tightly as he groaned out his release. The whore seemed to be having a religious experience as her back arched and she let out a silent scream to the stars.

There was a moment of gentle playfulness afterwards as they came down from the heights of pleasure they shared. The man helped the once again giggling whore to sit upright against the wall, for her legs had finally given out. They sat right there on the ground, one of the man's arms wrapped around to cup a breast while she teasingly played with his limp shaft.

They exchanged a few words, the mood visibly lowering as they realized their time together was ending.

Standing on unsteady feet the whore pressed her body against the man's side and whispered another question as she kissed her way up his jaw to his ear. Then let out a wistful sigh when he shook his head.

The two lovers, for that was what they were, even if for only a handful of minutes and a handful of coins, separated. Maybe forever, maybe until the next night.

There was a forlorn beauty to the way they both turned back to look at each other at different times.

It was the most beautiful thing I had seen in literal decades, yet I had felt nothing during the entire show.

My heart rate had not quickened and my breath had not deepened. My nipples did not stiffen as they brushed against the fabric of my silken robes. And that wonderful place between my thighs barely tingled no matter how much my dextrous fingers rubbed its silky folds. I wasn't even wet.

No physical symptoms of arousal at all, for I was an elf, a Dawn Elf to be specific. And Dawn Elves, even more than our lesser kin as my mother said to me so proudly, do not suffer the indignities of lust.

It was a well known fact throughout the many branches and roots of Yggdrasil.

Elves are Wise.

Elves are Pure.

Elves are Noble.

I hated it, and I was going to do something about it.