Of Course

Lydia removed her armour and sword, returning them to the officials for inspection. On her walk back to the inn, every time she closed her eyes, she saw Razir's big cock in front of her face, rubbing on her lips, herself sucking it.

She had to stop and take in deep breaths in order not to let out a moan in front of a crowd gathered in the centre of the bridge with a few drinks.

She made it back to the inn to find Razir sitting in the bar downstairs.

Their room was being cleaned right now, so they sat in the inn together. She just had to suck him off again, she couldn’t wait. The tension and frustration was unbearable.

She looked left and right, then leant her head over, pulling out her ****'s dick.

His shaft was still wet and sticky from their earlier encounter, but it didn't deter her. She took it in her mouth, savouring the taste of her own saliva mixed with his cum. It was bittersweet, like victory tainted with a hint of defeat. At least her blonde hair was in braids, so it wouldn't get in the way.

As Lydia's mouth moved up and down his shaft, Razir's eyes fluttered open. He watched her with a mix of surprise and desire, his own excitement building as she pleasured him once again. She felt so naughty doing this in public, but she needed it so bad.

This time, Lydia focused on teasing Razir's most sensitive spots, using her tongue and lips to drive him wild. She could feel the tension building within him, and she wanted nothing more than to make him lose control.

Razir's breathing grew heavier as Lydia's skilful mouth worked its magic.

She didn’t care if anyone saw her sucking dick in public. Razir's dick was hers after all, she could do as she pleased with it.

Razir reached down, gently pulling Lydia's head away from his shaft. His eyes were locked on hers, his gaze intense as he spoke. "You know, my dear Lydia, you should be more careful. The things we do, they could get us into trouble."

Lydia raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on her lips. "Trouble? I think you're underestimating me, Razir. Besides, it's not like anyone can stop us."

Razir chuckled, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I suppose you're right," he said, his voice low and sultry. "But we should still be careful, for our sake."

As they spoke, Lydia continued to kiss and lick Razir's shaft, it was glistening with her saliva. She held all the control in their relationship, he was her **** after all.

And in that moment, Lydia felt a deep sense of power and satisfaction. She had conquered her fears, and she had conquered her precious ****.

As Razir's release approached, Lydia increased her pace, stoking the flames of his desire. He gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white as he tried to hold on to his sanity.

Finally, Razir could no longer resist the pleasures of Lydia's mouth. His orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, his body shuddering and convulsing with each powerful spasm.

Lydia swallowed every drop of his release, savouring the taste as it filled her mouth. The texture was thick and slightly viscous, different from other cum she had tasted, but not in a way that made her question her decision. In fact, it tasted sweet, like syrup. She continued to swallow and lick, wanting to make sure she had gotten every last bit of him.

As Razir's body gradually calmed, he looked down at Lydia with a mix of gratitude and awe. "You truly are a master at this," he said, his voice hoarse from his recent orgasm. "I never thought an elf could feel this way."

Lydia smiled, her lips still glistening with his cum. "You're not the only one who can learn new things," she replied, her voice low and sultry. "And I'm far from finished teaching you."

With that, Lydia stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked up at Razir, her eyes full of mischief and desire. That was the naughtiest thing she'd ever done. Having an elf **** was so much fun. Sucking him off that first time was such a great decision too, she was glad she'd ignored that stupid urban myth about becoming addicted.