Pleasure.

The elf gasped for air and struggled to speak. Aaralon lost his senses and dove at the beautiful woman.

He spread her legs with ease, pinning her on the ground. He assaulted her face with his tongue. Ensnaring her lips with his. The elf's hands flailed. The mage ran his hands through her breasts.

To Aaralon's suprise the tan elf grabbed his erect penis, and began to rub it vigorously. He found her tongue fighting with his, and her remaining hand began to strip him.

Soon the silence spell wore off and the elf let out a furious moan in an elvish language. She began to speak common to him,

"I thought you would never make a move," the elf girl panted.

"You planned this?" said amazed.

"I saw you hungrily eyeing our captives, its been a long time since I've met a mortal so apathetic to his own kind, its so arousing," she whispered.

Aaralon was taken back by what she had said; and to Aaralon's revelation he realized he was evil. He dabbled in demonic energies and saught after sex and personal gain. He tried to **** this elf over saving his allies.

The tables were turned and the elf flipped them over. With her on top, the leather-brown elf impaled her needing pussy on his cock. Their bliss lasted almost an hour, continually switching positions, after coming 6 times, Aaralon and his lover laid side by side, exhausted.

"You're so... evil," she cooed into his ear.

"I think you'd fit well back at my home,"

"You could live with me and we could do this every day," she dreamed.

The wood elf stared into Aaralon's eyes longingly. He just couldn't say no... or could he.