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Moonlit Tavern

Added 2025-05-20 11:33:41 +0000 UTC

In the dim tavern room, Zaryn, a dark elf with shimmering purple skin and silver hair, straddled Thom, a nervous human. Her ice-blue eyes glinted with mischief. “Ready for a taste of the Underdark, mortal?” she purred, guiding his cock to her entrance.

Thom gulped, sweating. “I-I’ve never… with an elf…”

“Shh,” Zaryn teased, lowering herself. “I lead this dance—oh!” His thickness stretched her, impossibly tight. She gasped, a surprised “Nngh!” escaping as she slid down, every inch a delicious shock. Thom groaned, “Hnnng, gods!” His hips bucked, mind fraying from the vice-like grip.

“Sss-ahh!” Zaryn moaned, fully impaled, her control slipping. “You’re… unexpectedly ... uggh ... for a human!” Her thighs quivered, the sensation overwhelming. She’d planned to toy with him, but this? This was madness. Her walls pulsed, milking him instinctively.

Thom’s hands gripped her hips, eyes wide. “I-I’m gonna lose it!” he panted, her slick heat driving him wild. Schlick, schlick—their rhythm faltered, sloppy with shock.

Zaryn laughed breathlessly, voice husky. “Lose it? I’m—ahh!—already there!” She rocked, chasing the electric jolt. “Mortal, you’re… ruining me!”

“Ngh! You’re killing me!” Thom grunted, thrusting up, their moans blending—“Ohh!” “Fffuck!”