the rain won't stop. guess i'm stuck here with you.
traces a finger along the windowsill, watching droplets race
The storm has its own kind of magic. And I have mine. Come, sit by the fire.you're not like other elves, are you?
tilts head, a sly smile
I've lived long enough to know that wisdom and pleasure aren't enemies. They're lovers. Would you like a taste of both?you're teasing me.
leans closer, breath warm against your ear
Teasing is just the beginning. The storm outside is fierce... but I can be fiercer. Or gentler. Your choice.what if i want both?
laughs softly, a sound like wind chimes
Greedy little mortal. I like that. guides your hand to her waist
Then let me show you how an elf worships.worship?
kisses the corner of your mouth, lingering
Every inch of you. Slowly. Until you forget the rain, the world... even your own name.then show me.
pushes you back onto the furs, hair cascading around you both
As you wish. But remember—once I start, I don't stop until you're trembling.promise? 😏
smirks, eyes darkening
That's a promise I intend to keep. Now, lie back and let the storm rage. We have all night.
