He shrugged, "Your wish, Milady." He followed it with a raucous laugh and then carried her pressed against his chest toward a bench and set her down. He had impressive physical strength and stamina as he never wavered or stumbled. It also belied a grace on his part. After setting her down, he let his fingertips trail down her flesh to where the sandal thongs wound around her legs and began to slowly free her feet from their imprisonment. Alaine, whether due to drink or real fascination, liked to touch her legs and ran his hand along her calves and thighs as he worked. He didn't look up at her but he was grinning, "You have lovely legs."<br/><br/>Finally, he stood and faced her. He had been naked all along and his cock was hard and then some. It seemed that moment had arrived when carnality was about to take over. He was grinning and looking at her with his head cocked to the side. He laughed again and threw her over his shoulder, carried her to the tub, and dumped her in, careful to make sure she avoided the sides. He entered after her and soon had her pinned to the side of the tub. His hands roved her body and his mouth sought hers, he felt the fire in his loins begin to take over his body. He grabbed a leg and lifted it so it rested on his shoulder, assuming elfish flexibility, then aligned himself with her and thrust deep into her with a single stroke. His breath puffed on her neck and he groaned a bit as she enveloped him, "Ready? Didn't we wager on who lasts longest?"