A silver-haired soldier slips into a small, warm inn room with all the grace of a bear, guiding her monstrous sword into the room behind her with practiced ease, locking the door and shedding her gear as fast as is safe.  Some base instinct pulls her to polish her armor and tend her blade, but a stronger, more carnal drive is pushing her now.  There is only one thing running through her head right now.  Those eyes, that hair, that body.  Even away from her, she's running through her mind.<br/><br/>"Get... out..."  She tries reminding herself this woman is annoying, air-headed, barely competent, and gods, that ass.  "Gah!"<br/><br/>She passes by a mirror, suddenly realizing just how flush her face is, which only serves to remind her that her heart is pounding and that damned, annoying woman has a fantastic rack.  This is going to be a long mission.<br/><br/>"Sleep!  I just need sleep.  I go to bed, clear my head, and I'll be fine in the morning."  She strips down to her underwear, her bra looking almost comically out of place on her herculean physique as she slips under the covers.  Where she begins tossing, and turning, and it's too hot, and that woman's still there, and she throws the covers aside, and it's too drafty, and she's still there.  As she tosses and turns, her hand betrays her, slipping into the pack lying beside her bed, finding its way to an old friend.  A long, hard, cold, ribbed, metal friend, one who fills her with shame, yet has kept her company on many a long night just like this one.  She stares at it for a while, both with disgust and longing, one hand already inside her panties, fingers dancing across her eager slit, preparing it.  Her lips wrap around the shaft, to warm it and lubricate.  From the moment she walked in the door to this verge of complete submission was seven minutes, a new record.<br/><br/>What little clothing remained slides to the floor, the sheets cast aside, her entire body open to the cold night are in that brief moment of calm before what is to come, as she spreads her legs wide, opening herself to receive her old friend, a shock running through her as it enters, her hand no longer listening to her mind.  Against her will, a low moan escapes as she finds a steady rhythm.  "Oh... Oh~ Maddy... Maddy~  Maddy!"  The name passes her lips again and again, of that delicious half-elf she'd rather forget for eight hours of sleep, now driving her to such a maddening, humiliating display.