You were right to save the elf from those villagers, who ignorantly believed she was in heat and that she had pheromones which turned men into brainless studs.
You were right to bring her back to the inn.
You were right to share a room to quell her fears.
You were right to let her sleep near you even as you felt so hot.
Feverish.
Befuddled.
You were right not to resist her kiss.
Her touch.
Her needy tongue.
You were right to let her pull off your shirt.
Your pants.
Everything else.
You were right to let her ride you.
You were right to surrender to her.
Empty in her.
Give in to her need.
You were right.
It was right.
So very... very right...
















