<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VoMy9La.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Allie<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Half-elf country girl troublemaker<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Country roads, trying to take someone home to the place they belong.  Mid-day.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Alec, Crammit the Frog<br/><hr/>Allie looked at Alec with slightly-high and incredibly lustful eyes when the kiss broke momentarily for a breath of air, her body achingly adoring every inch of contact with him from the surprisingly tender probing of his mouth to the warm girth of his broad chest against her soft breasts to the hard length of insistent reminder of his desire against her belly.<i>He really wants me, not one of the nymphs or my sisters or-- oh, nature's blessings in a honeypot, he's a man alright, and a swweeeet one</i>... and then, she realizes, she'd murmured these words<i>aloud</i>and she blushes and giggles as he frees his erect cock from his breechcloth and she gapes... "Nature makes some beautiful things,"  She says, guiding him to the grass as she tugs the side-tie of the tiny triangle of cloth covering her sex, letting that string hang away from her hip as she guides him to lie down in the soft grass beside her.  "None more beautiful than reciprocated loving, I think..." she whispers in a voice husky with desire as she kisses him again.<br/><br/>If he lies beside her she lets the cloth flop to the side, showing the short, thin blonde curls that sit like a tiny triangle of pale honey, very, very low on her smooth pubic mound.  Now hiding not even this symbolic little triumph, she lifts one knee and rests its foot on the grass, taking time to show herself to him and study him in turn, basking in the beauty of him with the pretense of inhibition cast away into the stream like the detritus of the danger they'd faced together and the mud of her labors before.  She looks exquisitely happy as she allows one hand to roam over his chest, her face leaning close to take in the faintly musky smell of his skin, like leather and fresh-cut wood, as she explores with her eyes and hands and finally cups his swollen-- perhaps painfully so-- member in her hand to cradle, then stroke, then knead it gently.