Looking thouroughly smug, the silver man replaced the feathers in his pack and filled his hands with her breasts.  He leaned close to her, delibartly filling his lungs with cool air and breathing over her lips as his eyes met hers.<br/><br/>Then his cool lips brushed over her lower lip, beneath the gag, and began to work their way down as his cool hands ministered to her breasts, massaging gently, sometimes focusing on the nipples, others tenderly taking the weight of her globes into his hands.  His soft, smooth, cold lips worked along her shoulders, up to her pointed ears, to the very tips, then back down, kissing down her collar to her breasts, enmouthing her nipples as his hands dropped to her thighs and petals.<br/><br/>After many long minutes, his lips left her breasts, attending her taut stomach for a moment before joining his fingers at her petals.  He teased back the hood from her clit with his tongue, then lavished attention on that center of her being.  His stroked deeper between her petals, seeking her maidenhead, but never slowing in his tender minstrations to the most senstive portions of her body.<br/><br/>When the elfmaid was shaking on the verge of climax, he lifted away and stood before her, studying her eyes for signs of submision.  He released the gag in her mouth, then leaned close to her delicate ear.  "What do you want?" he whispered.