Twenty minutes later, a slightly more sober Alaine was grumbling as he approached the door to his room. Now, instead of a steamy, raunchy night fucking a tight elven pussy, he was going to go work. He paused with his hands on the lever and grunted as the memory or her tight sex wrapped around him briefly and shook his head. Twenty minutes but he hadn't really waited.<br/><br/>Oh, sure, he'd paced a few times, eat half a loaf of day old bread and some cheese to soak up the alcohol, and then he had taken out work clothes: grey wool pants with leather pads tied over the thighs and leather greaves, a white tunic with leather vambraces and a leather cuirass, a black great cloak, then his sword, mace, and dagger. Last, just before deciding she really wasn't coming, he'd pulled on heavy leather boots. It was going to be a long fucking night and he was still fucking horny as shit.<br/><br/>Coming down the stairs, still grumbling, the first thing he spotted was a pair of shapely legs in calf hugging boots then skin tight pants. The shape of those hips, leather desperately clinging, were unforgettable. As her torso revealed itself, reveal being the operative term, he knew he was in for a bit more torture. Thus, when their eyes were finally able to meet, he was frowning not grinning excitedly. He noted the casual look, the loose hair, the expose flesh, and sighed. "I am not in the mood, lassie. As fine as your ass might be, I got no time or patience for it right now: I already got blue balls, am working of a nasty fucking hangover, and I got work to do. So, unless you plan to help with any of that, get lost."<br/><br/>He stared rather blatantly at her ass meat as he waited for her to move, giving the exposed flesh of her torso some glances. He never did understand the need some felt to bare or see bared chests. For him, that shapely hip and backside was the real prize. He loved the way a good, feminine hip swelled out of the waist then smoothed into the leg and a good, plump rear. The way an ass switched when a woman walked or swayed when she wanted a man's attention made him drool. He had to admit, those perky elf tits were still very appealing as well.<br/><br/>He shook his head and had to catch his mouth hanging open and his pants getting uncomfortably tighter. He was probably still drunk, too drunk really, but there was nothing for it. He moved to barge past her.