He heeds the call of nature. (Elf Syle)

The scent of Emelie was so sweet and spicy it made his mouth water and a hint of drool escaped his lips, the Dalish mage found himself approaching the female elf slowly, his hands untying the knots and buckles holding his wolf leather and spider silk made robes on his body and let them drop to the ground, along with his staff and dagger, leaving him naked, except for the necklace around his neck. It was a medallion that all Dalish wore to show which clan they came from, his clan's symbol was a dragon sleeping beneath an ancient and gnarled ironbark tree.

His eyes traced her every curve, the way her hands cupped her breasts as they rubbed out the sweat and dirt gotten stuck on them, the way her hardened nipples poked out like thumbs, a trickle of water sliding along them making him think of milk, his sweet lips humming so softly as her body emitted its strong scent of bodily heat and fertile prime. Moving behind her his erect cock pocked out from the water, his arms spread like an eagle's wings as it hovered above, ready to dive and let its talons grasp its unknowing prey.

And like the eagle Vaelden's arms sprung and warped around Emelie's stomach, the underside of her breasts rubbing against his arms, his front pressing against her back, his hard cock rubbing between the cleavage of her bare buttocks. The elven healer gasped out in surprise and frantically raised her arms to remove the male arms around her, her legs moving to run, when suddenly a strong pair of fingers grasped her chin and lifted her face up wards and her eyes widened i nsurprise at the sight of Vaelden, she opened her mouth to speak but was silenced when his own mouth warped around hers and he kissed her.

At first she tried to pull away, but only managed to shift herself so her front was pressing against his, her large breasts pressing against his hard chest, his cock poking against her stomach and her hands trying to push aside, but his large hands now held onto her buttocks and she couldn't escape his grasp. Slowly her struggling vaned, like a captured mouse accepting its fate to be the eagle's meal, and began to return the kiss of Vaelden with her own, their tongues playing together, her sharp nailed fingers stroking his bare chest while his own slide along her back, groping her rear and stroking her spine.

She moaned out, in sweet submission to the male who held her, unable to resist his advances with her body in its most sensual time of the month. Slowly after a couple of minutes their lips separated, their tongues sliding along each other as they panted out the hot air of desire and need. Swallowing their combined saliva Emelie tried to speak up as she felt his chest rub against her sensitive mounds and erect nipples, her own hands stroking his sides, while his own hands kept rubbing her rear and spine with his strong fingers.

"V-Vaelden, ah, w-we cannot, ah, dooooooh this, ah, I-I-I-I ah-ah-ah-aaaaaah!" Her protests broke down into loud pants until she let out a low cry of release as her body shuddered in orgasm when Vaelden's lips warped around her ear and nibbled on it, her sweet spot, common among elves, but only a few had such a powerful sweet spot on their ears like Emelie.

His low voice growled out, almost like a wolf, making her shiver, the heat in her loins blazing as his voice fanned the flames with it lick like wind, intensifying the heat even further. "You are mine Emelie, from now and forever, no one will be able to satisfy you like I can." He pressed her down onto a smooth rock by the shore, their shins still bellow water, and pressed his mouth against her lisp as he pressed his body down over hers, he then removed his lips form hers and trailed kisses and gentle nibbles down her throat, like a wolf's love bite. and when he reached her collar bone he began to put his attention to her large melons.

Vaelden's wet tongue licked her breasts like they were hard candy, flicking teasingly over her hard nipples with every lick, tracing the tongue from the corner of each side of each breast, until they were slick with saliva, and Emelie was panting, moaning and squirming with a fire burning in her loins, in need of being quenched by the cooling seeds of her soon to be mate. She laid there, obeying his unspoken command of lying still, letting him tease her body with his mouth, as he now began to lick and kiss her stomach, followed by her thighs and legs, obviously avoiding her heated slit that was leaking her sweet nectar down on the smooth she now laid upon.

Removing his face from her body, having licked her from throat to legs, she was a glistering goddess of desire and fertility, legs spread wide, her lips parted in heated gasps and pants, her nipples erect, and her hands resting above her head as she watched him with her blue lustful eyes.