Now this was a job worth performing.<br/><br/>The responsibility of the man to tempt, corrupt, and pollute the mind of their elven guest was a great one, but given the experience it was affording him at that moment it could hardly be called "work."<br/><br/>Confident in her submission the man guided his shaft toward Tashiel's waiting slit, his heart pounding with anticipation even as the head of his cock pushed between those hot, velvety folds, letting him taste the pleasure her perfect body could give. She was tighter and hotter than even the best of the human women he had enjoyed, and so, so sensitive as he pushed her hips down so as to take his length in full. Just the sensation of being inside her even without any movement was incredible, but then...<br/><br/>As Tashiel's hips began to grind against his shaft, guided perhaps more by primal instinct than the hands or motions of her attacker, he couldn't help but groan. The feeling of her walls gripping him, the shifting weight of her hips as they began to bounce on his cock, the sight of her red silken hair bouncing over those perfectly shaped orbs tipped with stiff rosy nubs, her lovely face contorting with pleasure and the hot moans and cries mixing with the far more crude sound of flesh hitting flesh... it was like a vision of a carnal heaven of limitless bliss, one not meant for mere men to behold, and yet he was at the very center of it. The hard ground or chill of night meant nothing next to the angel riding him.<br/><br/>Those watchful eyes from across got their fill as well; if Tashiel's climax had been a meal, than this was a feast. The constant motion of those heavy breasts, the bucking of her hips, and perhaps most of all her wanton submission to the hard shaft she was grinding against was almost too much, and one wonders what force might have compelled those men not to simply enter that alleyway and try to claim the elven beauty for their own. Perhaps they were too mystified by this vision of a lewd elysium to have leave their places; to tear their eyes from anything but the perverse scene playing out before them.<br/><br/>Instinct guided the man beneath Tashiel, his hands leaving her hips now that she had built up a blissful rhythm and reaching up toward her chest. Those beautiful, bouncing breasts felt so warm and soft between his fingers, and he could not help but tug on those rosy nubs when his hands found them, enjoying the reaction from her lips and body alike as her walls somehow managed to tighten even more. It was like this that he intended to push her over the edge, to reach a climax he himself felt advancing rapidly even as he tried his damndest to stave it off and last just a little longer inside her.<br/><br/>But climax arrived all the same, leaving the man near breathless as his head went white, his hips rose up seeking instinctively to bury his shaft as deep between her walls as possible, and spurt after spurt of hot seed was pumped so deep inside Tashiel.