Tarwen takes charge

"Anyway I want? You elf sluts are all the same, just aching for some human cum," Tarwen grins. His hands find his belt and he unbuckles his trousers. He lets them fall to his ankles, exposing a semi-hard prick sticking out of a nest of black and gray pubic hair.

The old man wraps a wrinkled hand around his dick and sits down on the edge of the bed.

"Get naked, girly," the old coot demands and begins to stroke his prick. You start to laugh, but he suddenly lashes out and smacks you quite hard on one of your ass cheeks. "Get to it."

You open your silver music box on the vanity and as the exotic strains of music begin to play you perform a ceremonial marriage dance taught to you by a half-orc dancing girl. The dance involves a lot of thrusting your ass in the direction of the old man. As you tease and squirm and strip out of your clothes revealing your shapely, naked body to him his cock comes to full attention.

"That's enough," Tarwen declares.

"Hmm?" you tease your full lips with your fingertip. "What do you want now, Tarwen? What can your little elf slut do for you?"