Alex simply smiled at the time, the thought of doing such a favor seemed to have an added thrill to it for her, as she chose to follow along swiftly to aid him in this matter. It was a favor she enjoyed, as was evident as she shifted and undressed, the slender, elvish figure smooth and a very good imitation of Rosalyn, if there were a detail or two here and there that didn't quite match up, it was lost in the moment and Alex would certainly be willing to fix them later on, but in that instant, all the important things were right and nothing stood out wrong. In fact it was as if Alex had stolen a peek herself, the imitation was a good one certainly.<br/><br/>So when 'Rosalyn' stepped closer to brush on his shaft with a smile on her lips, she sank to her knees in a quick motion, her hand stroking on his shaft in her grasp while moving to wrap her lips around its crown, suckling on it a moment to ascertain he was hard and ready for what was to come. Hardly a necessary part, given the excitement apparent in his rigid rod, but her talented lips full and soft caressed along the shaft's sides, her tongue slickly brushing the head, the look of that elven lady on her knees holding his cock in her mouth was a mixture of refinement and lusty desire apparent in those eyes. She moved her mouth up to engulf more of him in her lips hold, suckling him till the shaft's head rested in her throat for a moment, wetly pulling on his shaft with her lips before popping them off the tip, sighing and stroking on him. One hand caressing his sack and feeling their fullness, a lusty lick of her upper lip apparent. "My, I have been waiting for a chance to share these moments with you my lord. You wouldn't believe the pressures of acting so formal and rigid can be, what a relief it is to trust one's self in the hands of one good man..." She stepped up towards the bath nearby, and leaned ahead, her fingers grasping on the edge of the tub, her wriggling, elven moon a clear sign of invitation with the wiggle and the parted thighs.<br/><br/>"Please don't leave me waiting..." Her husky voice called for him. 'Rosalyn's raised rump showing the tiny star of her pucker oh so clearly, and beneath the damp heat on those puffy labial lips, trying to hide the inner lips to their valley, the elven woman's back curved down lifting her head and her bottom a bit more, hands against the bathtub's edge, calling for him. Her eyes watching him, she licked her lips hungrily while watching him step ahead, her lips parted in a moan as she felt his hands on her buttocks and moving to her hips. The trembling breath evident, that snug slit hot and eager as his hard sahft came to touch it, the elven beauty bent ahead before him with a lust burning in her eyes. "Please my lord, I need it!"<br/><br/>Her moan was at the both time melodic and musical, and yet horny and wild, as his hips push drove his shaft to the tight grasp of her pussy. 'Rosalyn's bottom pushed against him tighter, wanting more of him, her hips pushing to thrust her buttocks at him as his hands found her wriggling in his grasp. "Mmmm ooohhh...." She let out a long breath of pleasure, feeling him start to fuck her. She needed him, the tight, wet slit massaging his cock inside of her, the lady was still there but the lady let go of some of that dignity to give way to a woman moaning with need. "Oooooh yes, give me more of your hard, strong cock, ooohhmmm...." She wriggled and whimpered, her bosom shaking as she thrust back before his hand captured a fleshy orb and squeezed on her, caressing her nipple as she turned to look at him over her shoulder, lips parted, begging for a kiss.<br/><br/>As their lips met, her pussy wrapped tightly around his cock, tugging clench at the base followed by a rippling squeeze a bit higher and then higher, rising towards the crown. Unintended as it might have been, that tug pulled a stirr all the way to his ballsack, a needy squeeze of a wet twat calling for him to breed her, the elven woman's lips seeking his own as she grinded back with a mixture of need and affection. Her trembling in his arms evident, her heart beating fast, she grinded back riding his cock holding one hand to the edge of the tube to hold herself up, another caressing his head. "Ohhhh fuck me, stuff me more, ohhh please pound my slutty pussy sore!" She moaned out, her wriggling hips calling for more.<br/><br/>Her voice rose into loud moans and short shouts as she felt him thrusting against her harder, the pinch and squeeze on her nipple, the feel of his form over her. Pulling her up against him, leaning her back to him and turning to kiss his cheek and his neck, she arched up and moaned loudly as a quivering tremor went through her and her pussy gave a slick squeeze all over him. Moaning and thrusting down and back against him, rutting wildly against him as his shaft was wrapped around by the slick heat of a trembling slit, her warm folds embracing his cock in a worshipful fashion, holding it like a treasure as the head dripped within her walls, her husky breaths trembling and her eyes closing she squealed out loud as he began to shoot his hot semen within her, moaning and grinding back till her damp pussy had squeezed out every last drop deep within her walls, a long, lewd moan escaping once more before she laid down against the bathtub's edge, wriggling a bit as he held her, her own fingers reaching to brush the waters with her fingertips gently. "Mmmhh... shall we try again a bit more in the water?" She smirked playfully.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc (NSFW)-Image in mind, closest I had at hand right away</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/Z5gObQ6.jpg)</div></div><hr/><hr/><br/>The library was quiet as he arrived, but the shelves held many of the priced volumes hardly available in most places, a gathering of useful information just waiting to be poured through. His gaze could easily pick up half a dozen titles that promised to be of help, and another four that should contain some useful advice as well. A little study session would be necessary to uproot the information they might contain, but it was likely to bear fruit for his efforts.<br/><br/>Indeed a while passed before he came across a few lines in the book that held a fair share of promise.<em>"There are old rites which were once performed by a priestess and a priest acting together a performance, which called for the two of them to be close enough to allow for intimacy for these rites were known to tempt one to pursue the pleasures after. They were also a test of ability to focus, for they were distracting to both partners, but the dedication to carry them out to the end, a show of willpower it took, was a sacrifice in itself to the divines who's aid was so sought. In later years when these more complex rites fell out of favor, a number of devotees was found among the younger elves who found an excitement in seeing how far such rites might be carried. Tales told of true love sparked in those moments, as well as of finding the truth of one's affections in those embraces. Though rarely practiced, to begin such rites was seen as a stepping stone for some of the more romantically inclined towards courting and eventual marriage or bonding."</em><br/><br/>There was a few more supporting lines in other books, but it seemed to point towards the same conclusion. Those rites were not really used anymore for their original purpose much, but some took them up for romantic purposes. They were a test as well as a temptation. They were set to tease both partners the way they were. In those moments, Rosalyn had been wet and eager herself, kissing him back as well, before regaining control of herself, as he had as well then.<br/><br/>At another book a bit more information lay in store, a bit of courtly behaviour for apologising if one found themselves in the wrong.<em>"To seek forgiveness for one's error, it was traditional to send small notes of flattery, along with a hint of fresh fruit or other similar treats, to the recipient of such an apology, as well as arrange for a bit of music they were known to enjoy to be performed near them. These were little things, showing one's willingness to make another smile again after one's actions had robbed that smile away, that eventually earned one a pardon for their actions. This was to be done in moderation though, to not give the appearance of pushing too much even if one felt guilty for actions that took place, it was the period of remorse and seeking forgiveness rather than the intensity, that helped heal the wounded bonds of friendship or more."</em>