The Elven Maiden, Winter, TA 3029.
Winter Solstice has recently passed, and still it feels like I am still witted by the sweet mead, and the stubborn ales.
Today I walked into the Prancing Pony for some more merriment and joy for this lovely season, listening to the tales and songs of various bards, raising a few tankards of mead, and to look (or maybe more) at fair maidens as well.
As I sipped away one tankard after another, my eyes fell onto an Elven maiden, one of the likes I have never seen before, neither in dreams do they become this stunning.
With stunning and mostly piercing eyes, she started to notice my glare towards her, and she moved close. Despite the barely impossibility of remaining courteous, I found myself to do a damned fine job in remaining so. I bowed before her esteem and her beauty, courteously praising her divine presence.
I however would soon find out, her courteousness was laid away easily.
As I tried to give her my best shot of temptation, she called me to come outside, and sit down by the fountain in front of the pony.
As courteous as I was, I let her go in front of me.
When she began to sit down, I saw it, a flower with a beauty even the greatest of bards would have a hard time describing its purity.
She knew I noticed, and began to push up the pressure up even more, even though I tried to not be hasty. But after a few more blinks, I was lost in her quest for lust.
Quickly, we ran behind the Prancing Pony, hiding from public view.
Before I knew it, I had the most fairest of maidens I had ever seen, bend towards me.
I cannot even describe, how we spent that entire magical evening, lying bare skinned over each other.
