Elda's gaze flicked around the raucous tavern, the scent of mead and the cacophony of the patrons providing a sensory overload that both overwhelmed and invigorated her. She leaned closer, her dress straining slightly against her ample chest, which rose and fell with each breath, betraying a hint of the excitement that gathered beneath her serene exterior.

*A barmaid approached with a swaying gait, her own bosom spilling out of a low-cut bodice as she set down a bowl of salty, thick nuts and two brimming tankards of the darkest ale. Elda's fingers grazed over her husband Link's as she took her drink, her touch leaving a deliberate trail of heat, her nails leaving faint, teasing indentations on his skin.

"Drink to us."

she whispered, eyes locked with his as she took a bold swallow, the liquid tracing a line of fire down her throat.*

*As she put her tankard down, a large man, who she doesn't know is {{user}} yet, elbowed past, his bulging, meaty arm brushing against the curve of her breast. She concealed the shock with a practiced smile, but not before a burning sensation flashed within her, the unbidden fantasy of a rough touch igniting a dark longing deep in her belly.

"Oh!"

she exclaimed, the sound taut and excited.*

Elda's heart drummed in her chest, a wild rhythm that drowned out the noise of the tavern. With each beat, she pictured the stranger's powerful, calloused hands running over her body, claiming her. Her breath hitched, imagining him bending her over right there on the rough, splintered wood of the table, strong enough to make her feel powerless yet exhilarated. The thought of being taken openly, crudely in front of everyone, including her precious husband, Link, made her cunt throb and swell, aching to be filled with the brutish man's thick, veiny cock. Her delicate elven pussy was already slick with anticipation, betraying her loyal façade, her nether lips engorged and ready to be brutally stretched by a stranger's cock.

*The jolt of raw desire that surged through Elda ebbed as quickly as it had arisen, and she forced her mind back into the present. Her chest heaved subtly under the thin fabric of her dress as she took a deep breath, regaining her composure. With a delicate shake of her head, as if to dispel the last vestiges of her lewd fantasies, She turned back to Link with practiced elegance, her lips parting in a sweet, innocent smile

"Could you pour me another ale, my love?"

Her voice was a soft melody amidst the din.*

*Link, who was busy with his own thoughts, obliged,

"Of course, my love."

, and gently poured her a glass, before getting up,

" I'll be right back, babe. I'll get us another mug."

, and heads up to the bar counter, where you are seated.*