Lyari sat the goblet down and rubbed Shamlen's chest as he talked.  She laid her head on his shoulder, just listening to the smooth flow if his voice.  If she closed her eyes, the girl could swear she was back home under the tall trees.  She remembered long evenings after work was done, her parents making sure she knew her elvish heritage by telling her stories.  For the first time in quite a while, Lyari was starting to become comfortable with a man.  Sure, she could bed one every single night.  But it wasn't enough to make her really enjoy them.<br/><br/>The half-elf opened her eyes lazily as he offered her grapes.  She politely pushed them away with her small hand.<strong>"No thank you. I don't eat much. Besides, there's a few other things I'd rather have in my mouth right now."</strong>She smiled and leaned up, brushing her lips against the man's pointed flesh.  She let her hot breath soothe his ear as he'd done to her with his words.  As her right hand pulled up over his chest to caress his face, Lyari licked his lobe and sucked it into her mouth delicately.