The oral assault on her slit did not cease, did not slow, only continued in blind pursuit of its goal. Unbeknownst to Tashiel that man had been advised that the elven beauty would easily, perhaps even eagerly, become his hapless plaything if he could just push her over the edge of pleasure and make her body tremble in climatic bliss. Using his arms and the wall of an adjoining building the man held Tashiel's bucking hips steady, not allowing her hips any chance to pull away consciously or writhe too far involuntarily.<br/><br/>Though the town was not a quiet one the hot moans and gasps of such a beauty were not to go unnoticed, and if her head was not too clouded by pleasure Tashiel might notice the peering eyes from across her. That building, what was... the memory came back, a fleeting glance of a place she hadn't paid any mind to previously other than knowing it was a common tavern where laborers relaxed after a long day. The windows were shuttered, but it was impossible not to recognize the gaps between those shutters from which hungry, jeering, unbelieving expressions leered, all eager to take in the wonderfully lewd scene playing out before them.<br/><br/>How many of them were there? Surely one or two must have noticed, and before long perhaps the whole of the tavern was pressed up against the windows; some shamefully who were too fascinated to look away, and others either through inebriant or by nature far more shameless in displaying their desire.<br/><br/>And as the man's tongue ran over Tashiel's sensitive clit again and again, driving the elf closer and closer to the edge, they were to be rewarded with the scene of Tashiel's climax.<br/><br/>It was only after that climax had ended that Tashiel was dimly aware of the man having had pulled her forward to be on top of him, his trousers or whatever he had been wearing discarded. She was straddling him, panties still pulled aside, and something hard and hot grinding against her wetness, preparing to enter.