She was a professional.

Though exhausted by her own orgasm, the immortal hooker began to bounce again, intent on completing her task and proving that she was more than a match for mere human cock, even if yours had just given her a fantastic cum. She bounced again and again and her cunt began to squeeze your cock again, just as you were gathering your own energy. She guided your hands to her small breasts as she bounced, moaning loudly as she wordlessly begged for you to cum.

You did. Grabbing her by the tits, you **** her down on your cock, grinding her there, so she couldn’t avoid being filled by your semen.

Long strings of white cum shot from your cock, deep into her experienced pussy. Filling her and triggering either a second orgasm or a damn good imitation of one. Her scream drowned out your moan as the walls of her cooch tightened on your cock, almost milking each of the shots of hot, mortal seed out of it, up into her immortal self. Your jizz marked her, as fucked by you, fucked to orgasm by a mere mortal, a whore who knew what you could do and would probably give you a freebie, if you agreed to do it again. Well, if the Elvish hooker had been able to understand you, anyway. The last drops of your second orgasm in less than an hour were milked from your balls by her tight cunt, before she got on with showing her gratitude in other ways.

She kissed you lightly, then slid off you, before sliding down to your cock and licking it clean of every drop of your combined juices, before carefully drying it with one of her towels. She said something in her incomprehensible native tongue, before dressing, gathering her supplies and vanishing.

You rose slowly, luxuriating in feeling clean for the first time in a long time, before you finally dressed and headed back to the inn, where, after a long night filled with dreams of screams and squeezing cunts, you headed further south, a couple of stops along the way provided additional release, but no coin.