Commission #95 (Patreon)

The noises of the tavern below were muffled by the floorboards of one of the many rooms, a hum and drum as patrons reveled with drink and boasted with stories. Drowned out by the faint creak and squeak of wooden bed posts, and the hampered breaths of two lovers for the night. A man with chillingly cold blue eyes and silvery hair. His hands grasping onto the pale grey hips of the woman straddling his lap, thrusting upwards as she rode down upon him. She looked every bit a night elf, save the dark, curled horns upon her head, and the smoldering fire burning in her eyes. The words between the them were few, smugly did he whisper into her ear, "Easy dragon... don't get so excited your moan turns to flame. They wont be happy to know you burned down the Tavern when you came...", on the other hand, her voice taken by the moans... the groans, and the ever increasing haste of her breath, lost entirely to lust and pleasure...
Story by: Raelisenna