"Well, hello there? I see you were doing something naughty here..." Elion said as he stepped into the secluded room.
The small flame flickering in the corner cast dancing shadows, illuminating her mortified expression.
He realized he'd forgotten to provide a proper mattress... perhaps that was why she'd had trouble sleeping. Or maybe, just maybe, she'd been listening to him pounding Tessa and Mira the whole time.
He closed the stone wall behind him, sealing them in the space, and stopped before her at the edge of the solid stone platform. He looked down at the flustered elf as she squirmed, unable to find a comfortable position under his gaze.
Now wasn't this just the perfect opportunity?
He was achingly blueballed after the long session with Mira and Tessa, so he hadn't been able to quite take the edge off. And here was Isolde, clearly horny as well. Would he still be a man if he didn't help her sate it?
