<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/Ibgqeu9.jpg)</div><br/>Tehr's ring of sustenance allowed him to eschew all but a few hours sleep, but in truth he was a bit of a hedonist.  He enjoyed sleeping when he had no other pressing demands on his time, or like the previous night, when a rousing time was spent with a beautiful woman.  So when he made the little nest on the stone floor of the conservatory with a few cushions, a blanket, and his new elven lover, he gladly passed out into the realm of dreams.  There he dream of glorious dances with the beautiful elf maid, trips through wooden glens at her side, and for some reason the sight of the daughters d'Saari holding the hands of small children.  His dreams were full of delightful imagery, but none so wonderful as the one constant, Rosalyn d'Caelor by his side.  Dressed like a queen at a royal ball, dressed as a proud elven archer in the woods, writhing above or under him in passion, always by his side.<br/><br/>It was with great delight that he drifted up out of that dream haze to feel a wonderful sensation on his manhood.  He gave himself several moments to organize his thoughts and focus on the feeling as he rose from that state of sleep to wakefulness.  His first thought was how hard his bed seemed, before he remembered that he wasn't in his bed but laying on a rather thin cushion meant to pad a bench.  His next thought was of the feeling of a delicate hand stroking his cock to hardness again and the soft sensation of lips and a tongue caressing, exploring it's thickening surface.<br/><br/>He opened his eyes and glanced down his body, and for a moment was unsure if he was still sleeping, still dreaming.  For certainly it seemed to be quite unreal that this woman, this beauty, this goddess, could ever be with him.  This elven maid who had ensorcelled him without a wisp of magic was not only in his life, but was stroking his cock to hardness, was licking the tip as if it was she who was eager for him, she who was exploring his flesh.  What gods had he pleased that such a thing could ever be possible?  He had bedded quite a few beautiful and exotic women in his life, halflings and elves and orcs, he had pleasured the queen herself, and yet in this moment nothing could compare to the sight of this elven beauty as her mouth opened and she took the head of his cock in past her lips.<br/><br/>He moaned softly, drawing a gaze up from those exotic almond shaped eyes.  Clearing his throat slightly and in a voice that was still a bit raspy he said,<strong>"If I failed to satisfy you properly last night, I promise to correct that mistake, even if it takes me the rest of my life." </strong>He smiled after he said it, and his brain knew in that moment that he said it as a jest but his heart knew the truth of the statement.