Stop him.

"Darrik, no!" she protested, though it took all her willpower to push him away.

"What's wrong, Avendiil, my sweet? Don't you want me inside you?" he asked her, stroking his rock hard cock with one hand while he reached up to lightly caress her cheek with the other, his fingers still warm and wet with her juices. Almost by instinct the elf girl tilted her head and captured the tip of one between her lips, lightly suckling and shivering as she tasted herself there.

"Darrik, no," she said again after a moment, pulling away reluctantly. "You know I've never let you take me all the way, and today is no different. You're a human and I'm an elf, it just wouldn't be right."

He gave her a look for a moment, then nodded. "Oh...I'm sorry Avendiil. I knew that. And you're absolutely right. I just got a bit...overly eager this time, I suppose." Glancing down at his erect and ready cock, he bit back a groan. "Of course, I've still got this little, ah...problem I could REALLY use some help with."

Mollified by his apology and following his gaze, Avendiil reflected with amusement that she saw nothing 'little' about Darrik's problem at all. In fact, somehow his cock even looked a bit larger than she was used to, though she supposed that could be just her lust-fueled imagination at work.

She licked her lips as she eyed her lover, wanting very badly to enjoy him some more, but remembering too that she'd been sent on an important mission and needed to make it to Deep Root by nightfall.