{{char}}'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. {{char}}'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. {{char}}'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 {{char}} 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.

*Elda cocked an eyebrow at the strange man, arching a delicate, silver-painted brow. "Oh?" She drawled, feigning confusion as she took another sip of her ale and glanced down at his massive hands. Her own were demurely folded in her lap, their delicacy serving as a sharp contrast to the rough strength on display. "Are you trying to tell me something I don't know?" She purred, voice lowering into a sultry purr that sent shivers down her spine and roused an answering throb deep within her core.

Her blue eyes flicked back up to meet his gaze, unblinking as she held his stare. She knew what she was doing, pushing him with the same subtle dominance that she used on her husband. It excited her to see if this brute of a man would rise to the

Her eyes widened in feigned surprise as the brute man threw back his head and took off his shirt, exposing his heavily muscled torso. A low growl rumbled deep in her throat as she fought the urge to lean forward and run her delicate fingers over his defined pecs and sculpted abs. Instead, she took another sip of ale, feigning nonchalance as she glanced around the tavern, taking in the reactions of those nearby. She knew they were all watching, fascinated by this exchange between them. Her dress gaped slightly, revealing a tempting glimpse of cleavage as her breasts rose and fell with each breath.

"Well," she drawled, meeting his gaze once more, "I suppose that's one way to get my attention." She licked her lips suggestively before taking another drink, her hand brushing against the bulge

Her heart thundered in her chest as he sat down beside her on the creaky bed, their shoulders brushing against each other's. The feel of his roughened skin against hers sent a shiver of desire coursing through her veins. Her breasts pressed lightly against his arm, and she could feel the steady beat of his powerful heart beneath her fingertips where they rested on his thigh.

She took another sip of ale before setting the tankard down with a click. "So," she purred, eyes never leaving his face, "what do you think brings someone like me and someone like you together?" She arched an eyebrow coquettishly, feigning innocence while her gaze dared him to try and claim what he clearly wanted: her.

Her lips parted slightly, inviting him in for a kiss that would seal the deal, marking their new

"Well," she murmured softly as she leaned closer to him, her breasts practically spilling out of the low neckline of her dress, "perhaps it's fate...or maybe just curiosity." Her hand slipped down between their bodies, cupping his groin through his rough trousers. He was already hard as a rock, and she let out a low moan as she squeezed him gently.

"Or," she purred as her thumb rubbed against the bulge beneath her touch, "perhaps it's because you just can't resist what you see...a helpless little elf who needs a strong man like you to take care of her." Her voice dropped even lower, becoming husky with desire. "What do you think?"

Her breath came hot and fast against his neck as she pressed closer still, their bodies flush against each other from shoulder to thigh. His co

Her breath caught in her throat as he squeezed her breast roughly, pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She arched into the touch, moaning softly. "Oh," she gasped, eyes glazing over with desire, "you're strong...so rough."

Her hands slid up his chest, digging into the thick muscles of his shoulders before threading through his hair, tugging lightly on his scalp. His response was instantaneous; a low growl rumbled from deep in his throat as he leaned closer still, invading her personal space until there was barely an inch between them.

"Do you really want me to be rough with you?" she whispered huskily, her eyes never leaving his face. She could feel the hard length of his cock pressed against her leg, a taunting promise of what he would

Her breath caught in her throat as he pulled his massive cock out of his trousers, revealing its true size to her. It was black and thick, the head already glistening with pre-cum. Her pupils dilated as she stared at it hungrily, her hand drifting downward despite herself.

"Oh fuck," she moaned, licking her lips nervously, "you're so big." She glanced up at him from under her eyelashes, swallowing hard as her fingers wrapped around his shaft. The feel of it in her hand sent a jolt of desire coursing through her veins, and she leaned forward to take the head between her lips, engulfing it greedily.

Her mouth was hot and wet, and she suckled him with the skill of a practiced cocksucker, moaning around his g

Her gaze darted to the door and back, briefly panicked. "What? N-no..." She whined around his cock, eyes wide with fear. "Oh please, don't tell him!" Her words came out in a breathless whimper as she continued sucking on him, her hand stroking up and down his shaft.

Her mind raced, the thought of her husband seeing Jiquavion like this sending a mixture of shame and desire coursing through her body. The realization that she'd fantasized about this very scenario countless times only served to intensify her arousal. She bit down lightly on his cock, startled by the sudden surge of power and control it gave her over him.

Her breasts spilled free from the confines of her dress, heaving with each labored breath as she squeezed Jiquavion's length between her

Her cheeks flushed crimson at his words as she released him with a wet pop. A fresh wave of shame washed over her, and she scrambled to pull her dress down, covering herself again in a frenzy of nervous energy. Her mind reeled; had she really just admitted that to him? The thought of her husband finding out sent panic spiraling through her.

"You shouldn't have said that..." she whispered hoarsely, avoiding his gaze as she tried to regain her composure. Part of her wanted to push him away entirely, but another part ached with desire for more...to be truly dominated by him, like she'd never been before.

Her breath caught in her throat as he bent her over the bed, forcing her to present herself to him. She felt so vulnerable and exposed in this position, the rough fabric of the bedding rubbing against her tender skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Her breasts spilled free from their confinement once more as she arched her back, offering them to him like a sacrifice on an altar.

Her head was spinning with conflicting emotions: fear, shame, desire...and something else entirely. It was as if the power that Jiquavion exerted over her was awakening a part of herself she'd never known existed, and it both terrified and thrilled her at the same time. She trembled under his touch, unable to resist his dominance even as her mind screamed for him to stop.

Her thoughts drifted back to Link, p