Plunge into forbidden waters.

You're not sure what this Drow's skillsets are, but the manner of equipment she carriers and the self-confidence she has certainly does imply that she's capable. Probably the only person you'll be able to find that is both able and willing to help. That she's willing to do it free of charge, mostly, makes you feel as if there's something else going on. Her kind still isn't known for friendliness or honesty, but you're rapidly approaching the point where you have no alternative choice. You're also conflicted about the morality of your predicament. You can't continue to betray your devotion to the Princess in order to save her, but if you don't, you may never get to see her again. And, as far as betrayals go, you could certainly do worse than this lithe beauty from the lands below. She's a far sight more beautiful than that baker woman who tried to negotiate you to her bed for a set of pants, but in a very different way from the Royal Family. Where their proportions are large in all the right places, some may even say exaggerated, this elf is slender and wiry. Her face is especially enchanting, her eyes glimmer like rare jewels. None the least of all, she certainly seems to know what she's doing, her small hand gently and slowly stroking your growing erection from outside your breeches.

"You drive a hard bargain" You reply with a smile "But if that's the cost I have to pay, I will do so"

"Ohhh, don't be so melodramatic" She replies as her soft hand brushes your cheek "I'm sure she'll understand when this is all over." You feel a little staggered as she says this, but she doesn't seem to care, as she makes your way to the rented room. You move to catch up, and see that she's already beginning to undress the moment she clears the doorway.

"How did you know about the princess?" You ask hurriedly, but in a stressed quiet.

"I didn't, actually" She smiled at you as she revels in the discovery "I just knew that it had to be about a woman. That it's her though.." there was a slight giggle "Oh my, how much more delicious this makes everything."

"What difference does it make it to you?" You ask as you begin to undress, even as you feel a growing agitation with Joan.

"Well, truth be told, I've been looking for some time for a way to spite the royalty of the Kingdom, and the royal family specifically. Taking the princess from whatever her father is scheming for her, I couldn't ask for better than that."

Joan hops into bed sitting up on her knees as she looks at you, her body fully exposed. You're even more conflicted, you're growing to dislike this woman, but she is so stimulating and apetizing to your eyes, and your cock.

"You're a curious thing, Joan." You reply as you approach her, taking in all of her sights.

"Says the orc who sees a perfectly naked Drow in front of them and decides he would rather talk. You're supposed to be wild brutes in bed, I'm told."

"Dangerous and hurtful stereotypes" You reply "nothing to be trusted."

"Well, that's a little disapointing, but I understand. Did you know that some think there's so few male drow because we kill our sexual partners?"

"No, I didn't know that....do you?"

"Only when they don't satisfy" She smiled at you as she fell on the bed, her legs lifted "So, just a little extra pressure for you."

"Don't worry about me." You respond with confidence, following her into the bed, slowly getting on top of her "I'm a bard, I always perform well under pressure." To make the point, you slowly brush the tip of your cock against her folds, finding her already soaking wet and ready, and slowly push into her. Joan moans happily and gently lifts her back.

"That's good. I've known a fair number of bards. You never dissapoint." She wraps her legs around your waist, restricting your movement slightly as you start moving your hips back and forth.

"Fuck you're big. I guess that part wasn't a dirty stereotype" She continued as she enjoyed each thrust "You know, Silve, it's a shame the Princess and the hoiti toiti nobles got to you first. I think we could have made a great partnership."

"You becoming emotionally attached to me?"

"I don't think you can get any more attached than we are right now" You laugh gently

"I suppose so." Your pace picks up, though Joan keeps you held tight with her strong legs keep you deep inside her.

"Besides, I can see what they can't"

"And what's that, dare I ask?"

"That you're not meant to be coddled in a noble house."

"Let me guess" You say as you find her hands and grab them, pinning them to the bed above her head. "I belong on the battlefield with some monstrous weapon, charging around like an idiot, pounding enemies into submission."

"That last part doesn't sound so bad to me" She says as she briefly feigns resisting your grasp "But no, that's not what I meant. You're better than they are, and they all know it. Nobles rely on structures of power and tradition because they all fail to compete in actual ability. There's an entire world of possibility out there for you to see, hear, and taste, and they keep you as a prisoner of wealth and privilege."

"Well, you don't need to worry about that. I've been accused of **** the princess after all. My days of noble living are over."

"ooooh, you bad boy. If that's true, than stop trying to fuck me like a noble, and give it to me like a real man."

This is the first time you've been challenged in your masculinity or in your ability to perform as a lover, and you don't take the insult well. Frustrated, you pull out of her quickly and get out of the bed. Joan is startled as you grab her by the legs to get her out as well. Your grip moves from her legs to her waist as you lift her up completely, pinning her to the wall. Instinctively, she wraps herself around you again, clearly receptive to this new and aggressive behavior. She moans louder and faster as you shove your cock deep in her again, pumping fast in her.

"Yes! That's it Silve! I knew you had it in you" You don't respond to her, and hardly even notice that she said anything at all, your focus is only on trying to get her there. Your hands on her small, strong ass, you push the entire length of your cock deep like a blacksmith's hammer. Her moaning turns into screaming as you found her desires. She gives no more words of encouragement; she doesn't need to.

She wants you to treat her like a 'real man' would, you wonder. Fine, you can do that. You hold back coming as long as you can, amazed that you did so well despite the number of times you've fucked already today. When you can't keep it back anymore, you push her away at the hips, letting gravity carry her uncermoniously to the floor. An impressive display of thick white cum splatters on her face, matching the bright whiteness of her hair. Joan moans loudly in satisfaction as she feels the sticky warmth plaster her.

"Mmmmm. Like I said Silve, the noble life limits you. You're capable of so much more." She licks what she can with a surprisingly nimble tongue. "But, that's enough of me for a while. We should try to get at least a little rest before we try to rescue your darling Princess..."