Intermission: Rest (27)

"Maybe… just a little," Arpious whispered, her voice barely above a breath, as the desire swirled inside her like a tempest. The gossamer fabric of the elf's attire danced teasingly against her skin, making her hyper-aware of the slick, damp heat that was beginning to blossom between her thighs. She fought against the rising tide of her own yearning, but each teasing touch only pulled her deeper into the web of seduction.

The elf, sensing her internal struggle, approached with an intensity that made Arpious's breath hitch. They leaned in closer, their lips brushing against her ear, whispering sweet nothings that sent shivers down her spine. "Why resist what your body craves?" they taunted, their tone dripping with playful malice.