No time like the present

You crawl up and over the brave half-elf, cooing in your fake accent, "Oh, thank you kind lady! How will I ever repay you?" She answers with a noncommittal noise but otherwise doesn't react, still catching her breath. Hm... looks like you'll have to be a bit more forward. Leaning down you plant the barest whisper of a kiss on her cheek, your scent-laden hair falling in a curtain around the both of you. Her eyes fly open and she lets out a surprised squeak, taking a big gasp of air, and you knew you had her. The sweet yet musky perfume almost makes your head swim, the surprised girl looks like she's just been struck over the head.

"Wha... who...?" She's obviously having a hard day, maybe you should stop playing with her and do the deed like you planned. You pull apart some of the cloth covering her shoulder and softly trace a pattern on her goose-bumped skin, making a delightful shiver cascade through her, eyes fluttering. "What should I call my savior?" It takes a few moments of staring up into your amber eyes before she realizes you were talking to her. "T-tripp.... Milady." You almost blush in spite of yourself. She can barely see you and her mind is clouded to high heaven, you probably shouldn't take the compliment all that seriously. A pulse of heat races through you, throbbing in your nipples and cock, almost like a reminder of your corruption. Yet, gazing down into vibrant green eyes, you find yourself unsure of how to proceed.