“I mustn’t!” But he knew resolve was no longer strong in him.

“I must have the Ring!” Frito’s eyes blurred with tears and confusion. that.” “I must have it,” she said both tenderly and fiercely. “Oh no,” he cried, “not that! Anything but. “I must have your Ring.” Frito’s whole body tensed. “Anything!” She closed her eyes and then opened them to the ceiling. “Anything,” sobbed Frito, growing frantic with his need. “There is one thing you must do for me first,” she whispered into one tufted ear. The elf-maiden said nothing, but only sighed deep in her throat and held him more firmly to her faunlike body. and you’re so beautiful,” Frito whimpered, slipping clumsily out of his crossed garters. Her tiny, pink toes caressed the luxuriant fur of his instep while Frito’s nose sought out the warmth of her precious elf-navel. “Toes, I love hairy toes,” she moaned, forcing him down on the silvered carpet. Frito’s hand, as though of its own will, reached out and traced the delicate swelling of her elf-breast, while the other slowly crept around her tiny, flawless waist, crushing her to his barrel chest. “Let me make thee more comfortable,” she whispered hoarsely, fiddling with the clasps of his jerkin, loosening his sword belt with a laugh. She ran a perfect hand along his hairy toes, and he helplessly watched them curl with the fierce insistent wanting of her.

She slipped off the flimsy garment and strode toward the fascinated boggie unashamed of her nakedness. Frito’s throat was dry, though his head reeled with desire and ale. ?” said the voluptuous elf-maiden as she provocatively parted the folds of her robe to reveal the rounded, shadowy glories within.

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