...dare defile you in such a way!"
She didn't say a word. Only her breathing, those panting gasps for breath, was all he heard. Tentatively, he leaned forward and kissed one of her bare feet. She gasped but did not move away. Noting this, Turrek kissed her more and even ran his tongue softly across her toes. She sighed and when he lifted his eyes, he saw her face a serene mask of pleasure. He went back to worshiping her delicate feet.
After a few kisses and swipes of his tongue, Turrek felt something soft fall around him. He opened his eyes wide as he saw it was her robe now pooled around her. His eyes moved up slowly admiring long, golden brown legs, shapely and smooth curving into wide hips and a flat tummy. Her mons was bare and Turrek mused how it was true that Elves had no body hair. Her hands had moved up to cup her rounded breasts the same golden brown and she teased and rubbed her peaking mocha nipples. Her eyes regarded him with desire and her golden hair tumbled down her slender shoulders like lazy rays of sunlight. Slowly, Turrek raised up running his large hands up the curves of her legs until he was on his knees before her, grasping the globes of her backside.
"May I Mistress?" Turrek whispered cautiously. She whimpered and spread her legs for him. Her scent was as arousing as the succubus had been. He realized then that ...