An Elvish Woman

The woman was at least four inches taller than you, short for an Elf. Ebony hair swept up, revealing long, pointed ears. Red eyes flickered at you as she swished towards you, dropping the bag she was carrying, before stripping her long dress off, over her head in a single graceful motion. She stood naked before you, at the foot of the tub. Your eyes swept over her pale, naked skin. The statuesque woman’s breasts were small, but they were high on her chest and firm. A flat ass and completely hairless legs and cunt got your cock hardening under the water. She lifted the bag again and unrolled it on the table by the bath, revealing an assortment of brushes, soaps, oils and two straight-razors. She smiled and tapped your shoulder lightly, urging you forward. You scooted forward in the tub and she slid into the tub behind you. You grabbed the razors and casually tossed them towards the door. A string of liquid syllables were whispered in your ear as her soft hands grabbed one of the brushes off the table and you leaned back against her.

Her firm breasts and hard nipples were pressed against your back as her long legs rested atop yours and her slick skin slid against yours. Her long fingers guided the brush over your skin, gently scouring off the dust that caked your skin. Her lips pressed against your ear, tongue sweeping over the arc of your ear as you let her clean you.

Nimble fingers returned the brush to the table and retrieved soap, sliding it over your skin, rapidly filling the water with suds and your cock finished hardening. The feel of the immortal being serving made you really want to feel the immortal servicing you.