A wild Lexia appears

Just as Robert finished his last spoon full, the sound of light rhythmic footsteps approached from his right, seconds before a shadow loomed overhead, blocking out the beating sunlight that washed upon his face. Gazing up from his seat on the deck, he was treated to an upward view of a pair of luscious mounds in close proximity to his field of vision. Unlike the glistening golden hue of the sands dunes he was only recently watching, these large tracks of land were a clean, smooth tan, gravity barely pulling the round, firm hillsides downward towards him. He could see the small button like peaks sway through the extremely loose covering of moderately priced cotton clothing, inches away from his nose. Tracing his gaze upward, the first thing he saw was the sly leer of a familiar smooth but lively featured face, her two inch long pointed ears perked behind a platinum blonde braided ponytail and her striking forest green pupils locked straight down into his. Her voice came out like a mixture of wind in the trees and the sharp, excited chirping of a nightingale.

"Off brooding on your own again, Grey? Seen anything interesting?"

A blatant and deliberate leading question that caused his eyes to instinctively look down at her tracks of land and back up again. He chose his most nonchalant response, "That remains to be seen."

"Aw, always so gloomy."

The elf puffed out a pout, her body still bent over as far forward as her lithe and slender body could to give him the unashamed wide open view. She did not give him the chance to move away, gingerly easing herself into his space, stepping her thin flexible legs up to the sides of his waist and settling herself down into a straddle. Robert allowed the luscious minx to playfully pin him down, leaning back onto the deck of the landship silently, feeling the weight of her hips press down onto him. She made herself comfortable, wiggling around for a few brief moments to try and get a reaction out of him.

"Don't have anything else better to do?" He asked.

"Rox is with the captain. Jakhan is having his morning smokes. Hiroshi is being a sour puss, like he usually is." She began massaging the rippled pecs over his shirt, "So that leaves only you."

"Really, Lexia? Not even Niffy?" One of his eyebrows raised.

"The half ogre? Yeah. She's got her paws full on a couple of the locals she found nice." She purred while continuing her raunchy massage, "You know how she gets."

"Yeah.... Never mess with half ogres while they're playing with their toys. I know."

By now, the foxy elf was slow rolling her womanly hips into his crotch over the tiny thong she had on, delightedly cooing in the hardening response she had been looking for. In the next few seconds of silence after, Robert recalled how he knew Lexia. She was one of the first to welcome him to the company, both in battle and in bed. Two things that the men and women in the outfit shared with few restraints, and this woodland tart hardly spent her downtime without at least one cock inside her at almost all times of the day. Exaggerating as that may seem, she had been in every one of her compatriots' pants, including his, for as long as he had known her for the past two months. Not that he found that anywhere deplorable or loathsome. His experiences as an adventurer had thought him never to judge. He had thought that her randy approach to relaxation to be a natural response to coping with the many stresses of being an adventurer. One had to expect to get run through at any time in this line of work, so it seemed like a given that the company would often be this enthusiastic while not concentrating on their chosen profession. Lexia more than most, since she was a bastard born wild elf and raised in a high elven household where her extended family hated her for everything that she was. She considered the Iron Blades as her true family, the closest friends that she would ever know. The only ones in the world who would let her be as free as she could ever want to be, and she repaid that kindness with a fierce sense of loyalty and undying respect. Ever since her emancipation from the life of a former noblewoman, she had reconnected with her roots, learnt the magic of nature, mastered the finesse of drawing a bow, and became particularly good at being a good fuck to anyone she found interesting. He had seen how endearing she was to the rest of the troop, and strangely enough, even he had found her to be relatively likeable despite how incredibly horny she was almost all the time.