She knew what she was doing (fuck).

After you’d decide to just enjoy her expertise, the Elf spun herself around you with a grace that suggested a dancer, or an expert in hand-to-hand combat, but at the moment you were more interested in cock-to-cunt combat. She knew it too, you could see it in her red eyes. She was in control as she lined your prick up with her pussy and dropped herself down onto your cock, forcing it deep into her tight cooch. Your hands clenched to fists on the sides of the tub as you **** them to remain where they were and let the immortal skank give you the ride of your lifetime (thus far). She bounced on your cock, careful to keep at least the sensitive tip within her at all times. Her bouncing breasts were at just the perfect height for you to suck them, lick them, taste the dust and sweet soap on her skin.

The water shook and waves crested on either side of the tub as she fucked you relentlessly, her tight pussy squeezing down hard, muscles rippling along your cock as the warm water caressed every inch of your skin that she wasn’t. One hand caressed your face as the other ran over your body. She seemed to find your round ears particularly fascinating, lavishing attention and kisses upon them. She muttered something you didn’t understand as you moaned, filling her completely.

The next time she came in to kiss your ear, you caught her lips with your own, kissing her thoroughly. Though she never stopped in her rhythm on your cock, her lips somehow never left yours after that, until she felt the cum starting to rise. Then she pulled back and froze, only her internal muscles caressing your cock and spoke more liquid words to you. She held your head still, staring into your light eyes with her red ones, then, as soon as she’d finished began to ride you again, bouncing fervently and eagerly upon your cock, all that inhuman control gone from her eyes and her body as she used your cock to drive herself to orgasm and drag you over the edge as well. When she came, waves of muscles spasmed, forcing the seed from your balls, up into her cunt. Two, three, four, no, five long shots of cum shot up, into the Elvish whore, filling her completely. It felt like you were shooting straight into her womb, though you knew that was ridiculous.

She collapsed atop you, all breasts, soft skin and sharp ears as you leaned back against the tub. You lay there for you couldn’t say how long, slowly softening within the whore’s cunt as she sat astride you, whispering words that didn’t sound like words, even in her native tongue and recovered slowly from her own orgasm.