Woken by Lethila...

Lethila was mad to say the least. The innkeep might not have been the most thrilling root, but being interrupted before finding the least bit of satisfaction had left Lethila painfully frustrated. She turned to assess the source of her frustrations.

Melina didn't appear to be much as far as Elven women went. Compared to the highborn ladies she was plain. Her ears were shorter than most, and she didn't have any great endowments upon her chest or breadth in her hips. She moved mannishly, dressed mannishly. Lethila found herself biting back snarl at the woman, but found another idea more appealing. She applied a smile to her face and a sweetness to her voice before announcing, "so Broden has taken you into service? That must be wonderful for you!"

"Yes, your grace. I can hardly believe it!" Melina seemed to shiver in excitement.

Lethila could feel a wave of revulsion pulse through her. She bit back the scolding words that she wanted to say and instead smiled at the woman. "Well, we simply must have something done about your attire! Worry not, i will have it seen to immediately."

In spite of Melina's protests Lethila lead her directly to her tent. "Kiana! I need you to fit Melina here with the apropriate attire for a household servant." Lethila's aged handmaiden appeared and without a word lead Melina to an annex. Lethila suppressed a giggle at the indignant squawks she could hear as she left to attend Broden...

Broden was enjoying a dream. He was in a forest chasing, hunting. His quarry lead him on with giggles and by calling for him. He could hear his prey getting nearer as he closed the gap. He heard her words echoing through the trees, "i prefer something more raw..."

Broden found himself entering a clearing in the forest. He looked around for the woman he was dreaming about before calling out "Lethila?" Then Broden felt her crashing into him, tackling him to the ground. Broden wrestled with her there, vying for dominance. His hands slid over her nubile body, catching on her bountiful breasts, her firm buttocks. Lethila managed to pin him down, and in spite of their difference in size she held him there on his back.

Lethila whispered to him, "now you will be mine." She plunged herself down on him, his proud-standing cock cleaving deep into her quim. Even in his dream it felt tight. He could feel it pulse around his cock as if she were clenching on him as she rose and releasing as she drove herself back down onto him. He could feel his head crashing into her cervix, as if she was trying to take him into her very womb. With one hand he reached around her back, pulling her down to maul her nipple. She yelped as he bit down on her breasts. He could feel his passion rising in his cock, gasping out "my lady, i-" Lethila's voice carried his dream, "that's right, cum for me, cum for your lady"

Broden awoke roaring as his seed erupted from his cock. Between waking up and the intense orgasm it took Broden a moment to realise that he could still feel a quim pulsing as it clamped and released his throbbing, blasting cock. In the dim light of the tent he could just make out the form of Lethila atop him, head thrown back in a mute scream of ecstasy. He witnessed her magnificent breasts heave with each wave of her orgasm.

Broden felt a confusing crash of emotions run through him. Ecstasy battled with panic. Rage battled with joy. Lethila snapped him from his confusion as she fell atop him, her orgasm breaking.

Lethila purred, "You wanted to see me?"