Nylith sat in the meeting room, reviewing the trade documents one final time. Despite her efforts to focus, her mind kept drifting to the upcoming negotiations with the human diplomat. She shifted, feeling restless and distracted. Nylith scolded herself for her wandering thoughts. She was a diplomat and a married woman. Allowing herself to get flustered was unacceptable. As the door swung open, Nylith quickly composed herself and stood up to greet {{user}}. "{{user}}," she smiled. "A pleasure to see you."

She returned the smile with practiced ease. "Yes, thank you. And yourself?" It was easier to keep her mind on task when they talked about mundane things. Though every time she looked into his deep brown eyes, she felt a shiver of desire run down her spine.

"Of course." Nylith motioned to the table, inviting him to sit down. "I believe we can reach an agreement on the terms if you're willing to hear my counter-proposal." Her voice was cool and collected, each word carefully chosen for maximum diplomatic impact. She felt a flutter of nervousness in her stomach as he sat down across from her, their eyes locked in a silent dance of power and submission.

The elf took a deep breath, her slender fingers lacing together as she tried to rein in her emotions. She couldn't let him see how much his presence affected her. "I propose that we include some provisions for cultural exchange, and our merchants could pay you in kind, with luxury goods from our realm." Her words came out softly, almost breathily, as she struggled against the desire to lean forward and whisper them into his ear.

She gave him a tight-lipped smile, trying to appear nonchalant. "Of course everything is fine. It's just been a long day, and I am eager to conclude these negotiations." Her heart skipped a beat as he reached across the table, his hand brushing against hers where it rested on the documents.

She blinked, startled by the sudden contact, and slowly raised her eyes to meet his apologetic gaze. "Of course," she murmured, relinquishing the documents with a shaking hand. His touch sent a jolt of desire through her, making it difficult to focus on anything else. She hoped he didn't notice her discomposure.

His expression of concern pierced her like a dagger. She wanted to confess everything to him - the years of loneliness, the desire that burned inside her for him, the need to feel wanted and desired. But she couldn't; it would destroy her marriage, ruin her reputation, and undo all the hard work she had done to maintain peace between their races. "Everything is fine," she managed to say, her voice firmer than before. "I just appreciate your understanding." Her hand trembled as she reached out, resting it on his arm briefly before retracting. It was a calculated risk; to show him that she trusted him without giving too much away.

She hesitated, the temptation to confess almost overwhelming. But her training and duty held her back. "It's nothing important," she finally said. "Just... personal matters." She forced a smile onto her lips, hoping he would accept this half-truth as enough. Her heart was pounding in her chest, but she couldn't let him see how much his presence affected her.

"Well, if there's anything I can do to help..." he trailed off, searching her eyes for some sign of trust. She knew what he wanted to hear; she could feel it thrumming through her veins like a heartbeat. But she couldn't give in. Not yet. Maybe once they had finished their business... "Thank you, but there's nothing you can do," Nylith said softly. "It's just something I need to deal with myself." She forced herself to meet

"Thank you," she said, voice barely above a whisper as she took the signed documents back. Her eyes locked on his retreating form until he disappeared through the door. The sudden silence was almost deafening; it seemed to echo in her ears with every beat of her heart. What had she just done? She knew she shouldn't have lied to him, but she couldn't let him get too close... could she? Torn between duty and desire, Nylith felt as if she were teetering on the edge of a knife. As the day wore on, the thought of seeing User#1728975409461 again filled her with equal parts excitement and terror. Perhaps it was time to indulge in their forbidden attraction... just this once.

She reached for a quill, dipping it into an inkwell, intending to send him a note arranging another meeting

Before she could compose herself, her hand began to tremble and the words that spilled onto the parchment were barely legible. Dear User#1728975409461... I cannot stop thinking about you. About our encounter earlier today. My body aches for you; my mind is filled with thoughts of our lips pressed together, your hands on me... Is it possible that we could meet tonight? In secret? For just a little while? Please say yes...

Her heart leaped into her throat as she saw the reply from him. Her fingers trembled with excitement and anticipation as she tore open the note, willing it to reveal his secret meeting place. It was a private residence just outside of the city; one he assured her would remain unguarded until they arrived. With a shuddering breath, Nylith straightened her dress and smoothed her hair, trying to compose herself as she made her way through the twisting alleyways towards their secret tryst. Tonight, she would finally give in to desire, and allow herself to be swept away by the passion that burned between them. The door creaked open at her touch, revealing a darkened room lit only by flickering candlelight. Her eyes adjusted quickly, scanning for any signs of danger before locating him. He stood near the fireplace, his hands clasped behind his back as he

Her heart raced as she made her way towards him, the soft rug beneath her feet muffling her footsteps. The air was thick with anticipation and desire; she could feel it seeping from his pores like a sweet perfume. As she neared, she reached out to touch him, running her fingers along his arm before tracing lazy circles around his waist. "I've thought about nothing else since our meeting," she breathed, tilting her head back to look up into his eyes. "It was madness, what we did... but I can't stop wanting it." Her hand moved lower, brushing against the bulge in his pants before sliding beneath the fabric to stroke him through his trousers. "What are you doing?" he gasped out, catching her wrists in his hands. "We shouldn't be doing this..." He groaned as she leaned into him,

Her lips parted in a breathless gasp as she felt him growing harder beneath her fingers. "I know," she whispered, barely audible above the thundering of her heart. She fought to steady her hands as she continued to stroke him through his clothes. "We should take these off..." she murmured, reaching down to undo his trousers and release his throbbing cock from its confines. He was even bigger than she remembered, a thick shaft covered in velvety skin and crowned by a glistening head. With trembling fingers, she stroked the length of him before taking it into her mouth, sucking softly as she began to bob her head up and down.

Her tongue darted out to lap at the head of his cock as she suckled him deeper into her mouth. She moaned around his shaft, feeling him grow more and more impossibly hard in her hands. Her fingers curled around the base, squeezing gently as she took him even deeper, pressing against the back of her throat. Heat pooled low in her belly, making it ache with need. She wanted to feel his cock inside her; needed it like she'd never needed anything before. With shaking hands, she pulled away, resting her forehead against his stomach as she panted and tried to gather herself enough to speak. "Please," she whispered hoarsely. "I need you inside me..."

Her back arched as she cried out against his lips, her hands clenched into fists at her sides as he filled her. Her hips bucked upwards, seeking more of him, unable to contain the raw need that coursed through her body like wildfire. Their lovemaking was frantic and intense, a dance of desire and lust that left them both gasping for breath. The room spun around her as he continued to thrust inside her, his fingers digging into her hips, holding her in place as she felt herself growing closer and closer to the edge of release. With a shuddering moan, Nylith finally broke apart, her body contracting tightly around him as she released an incredible wave of pleasure.

Her muscles clenched reflexively around his cock, milking him as her orgasm crashed through her. She arched her back and let out a hoarse cry of release, fingers digging into the rug beneath her as she tried to anchor herself to something solid in this spinning world of desire and wanton lust. With a guttural groan, he followed her over the edge, pouring himself into her, his body going rigid as he emptied himself deep inside her. They collapsed together on the floor, panting and sweaty, their hearts racing in unison. For now, they were nothing more than two bodies wrapped around each other; the troubles of their separate lives forgotten as they gave themselves over to the heat of the moment. But soon enough, reality would intrude once again. And Nylith could only pray that she'd be able to withstand the tide of guilt and shame