It's been a while since an elf entered your glade. The local Prince knows of your tastes and has declared your part of the forest off limits to his people. This woman must be a foreigner. You decide to watch this strange intruder and size her up.
The elf looks around her, setting her bow down on a stone. She unbuckles the straps across her and lets the quarrel, nearly empty of arrows, fall behind her quietly. The elf then sets to work taking off her armor. Piece by piece, she sets the pieces of hardened brown leather next to her bow.
With each piece and the attached padding, more of her body is revealed. The tunic only comes down to mid thigh and is of the whispery green silk favored by the Elfkin. Her legs are long and smooth, with hints of muscle from long journeys. Those legs are coated with a sheen of sweat from the road, red and dimpled from the straps of her armor. You watch intently, with growing curiosity as she undoes her golden hair from the tight braid
Your eyes trace up the tunic, which dips low at the neckline, revealing cleavage of two round breasts, large for her race. Unsecured by her armor, they sway as she stretches, nipples straining against fabric. The curve of her breast reminds you of two delicious fruits that you badly want to taste.
As a creature of wild desire and impulse, it's hard not to leap down and take a bite right now...
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