Go up to him.

You step quietly up towards the elf. You hope you can disobey Tybard, but seducing Mellannon would leave him favourably inclined to you, and might make him more likely to believe your accusations. You cough politely, and he looks up.

“My, my, if it isn’t Tybard’s lovely slavegirl. I’m surprised he’s not still taking his pleasure – I would be, if I were his age and had someone as beautiful as you.”

You find the compliment quite charming in its elegant delivery and apparent sincerity. It seems strange coming from the elf’s disfigured face. “I… Master Tybard has finished for tonight,” you say in your best shy country-girl voice. “But… I’m still horny, and you’ve been such a wonderful host, and…”

“And Tybard sent you to seduce me.” He finishes, making you blush in shock and embarrassment. He chuckles. “Don’t worry, girl, I’ve known Tybard since someone fucked him into his whore mother’s cunt. I know the way he thinks. But I’m afraid I am not yet old enough to be able to turn down such a delight.”

He stands shakily, and begins to undress you. His withered fingers run across your skin with practiced skill, and you’re surprised at how much it arouses you as he traces the line of your spine or circles deftly round a nipple. It is an entirely different experience from Tybard’s brutal touch, and you find your heart warming to this elf, despite his age and hideously disfigured features. He seems a far ****, gentler lover, more skilled and generous than any you’ve yet lain with.

Other things are warming to him, too, you reflect as he lets your skirt drop and steps back to examine you. “Gods, you are a fine girl,” he breaths, looking at you with awe. “I can’t help but feel you’re wasted on Tybard – that boy wouldn’t know a copper piece half-orc trollop from the finest courtesans. If I were two centuries younger…” He sighs. “Would you be so kind as to get on to the desk,” he says, clearly the papers carefully off it.

You oblige eagerly, and don’t need to be told to spread your legs, leaning back to expose your pussy to him as he sits back down. As you hoped, his fingers prove just as arousing on your womanhood, and you are soon moaning. “Hmm,” Mellennon muses as his fingertip teases your still tender asshole, “It’s clear where Tybard took his pleasure this night.” Then he leans down and begins to lick you.

You lie back, your shoulders at the edge of the desk and your head thrown back over empty space, your blond hair dangling loosely almost to the floor as you moan ecstatically. You never knew a man could pleasure you like this, and as each moment goes by you’re less and less inclined to support Tybard’s scheme to rob him.

Finally he raises his head. You moan at the loss of sensation, but wait hopefully to see what is to come next.