She was done, you weren't.

You thrust up into her, replacing her bouncing, with your rough, swift fucking. Your hands tightened on her softly curving hips, holding her up so you could fill her well-fucked pussy again and again as the heat rose in your balls. She was strangely silent as you drove into her, the only sound was flesh slapping flesh, until finally you began to shoot your load, straight up into her Elvish womb, flooding her cunt with mortal seed, proving that you had fucked the living shit out of one of the immortal, so superior, so arrogant Elves and that she’d enjoyed it, gotten off on it. She’d tried to use you as if you were a dildo and, in turn, you’d used her as a fuck-hole, filling it with rope after rope of your jizz as you emptied your balls up into her.

When you were finally done (and could move again), you shoved the nearly comatose, post-orgasmic Elf off your cock, and off you, rose, dried your cock on her, so-perfect ebony tresses, before dressing and heading back to the inn. From which, after a long night filled with dreams of frozen Elves and dripping immortals, you headed further south, a couple of stops along the way provided additional release, but no coin.