An Elf Tease

Dantos hated it when Sylpha wore her Priestess of Gahora robes while adventuring dangerous crypts. Her long slender legs were on full display, her crotch barely concealed under the flowing skirt that dangled between her creamy thighs. Her robe barely covered her heavy breasts that stretched the fabric beyond reasonable limits, creating a crevasse between her pillowly soft globes that were squished together by the tight ribbon of fabric that looped around her neck in a desperate bid to keep her decent. Dantos hated that outfit, because he had to watch her fluid graceful movements and stifle his innate burning desire to take her right then and there among the corpses of the slain and upon the dusty tombs of the crypt.

Sylpha bent over at the hips to inspect a rune carved onto the side of a sarcophagus. She glanced back over her shoulder at Dantos, casually tossing her long mahogany hair over her bare back and giving him a wink with her sparkling silver eyes.

"Guarding my rear, Dantos?" She laughed softly and her voice trailed off into a gentle moan.

Dantos had had enough of that delicious wench's teasing for the day. He wiped his bloody axe head on the leather hide of the dead crypt fiend at his feet and stowed it at his waist. His footsteps were heavy and his layers of steel armor rasped and chuffed as he closed the distance between himself and the salacious elf.

Sylpha grinned and turned her attention back to the sarcophagus before her, subtly moving her firm supple ass side to side. Dantos slapped her rump with the soft leather palm of his gauntlet and squeezed the flesh between his fingers.

"Unh! My Paladin has turned into an absolute barbarian!" Sylpha moaned, pressing her rear into his hand and looking back over shoulder at him. "Mmm, a little to the left, dear. I have a knot in the muscle and could use a firm massage."

"You're a healer," Dantos said, sliding his hand to the left and squeezing dangerously close to Sylpha's hidden slit. "Why not use some of your Goddess's magic to mend your affliction yourself?"

Sylpha stood upright and leaned back against Dantos's broad chest and hulking arms. She reached over her head to stroke his cheek and tilted her head back at an angle, guaranteeing Dantos a view straight down the front of her robes and into the valley between her heaving chest.

"Gahora disapproves of her magic being used for such a trifling injury. And besides," she said, placing her hand over top of Dantos's and moving his grip around to her hip and down her exposed thigh, "I prefer a hands-on approach."

Dantos possessively pulled the voluptuous elf closer into his embrace. His hard cock would have rubbed between the globes of her soft ass had he not been wearing a steel codpiece. He truly, utterly, despised this tormentuous gown of hers.

"I swear by the Blood of Valwen," he growled into her long dainty pointed ear, "when I have you alone with me at the inn tonight I shall ravage you until your whole body is in need of a firm, hard massage."

Sylpha leaned her head back to nibble Dantos's earlobe and licked the edge of his stubbly jawline. "Hmm, do you promise?" she asked, breathing her sweet honey scent across his skin.

Dantos tightened his grip on her upper thigh and wrapped his left arm across her chest to grope her right breast through the soft fabric of her robe. He smothered her smiling, glossy lips with his hungry mouth, crashing his tongue with her own in a twisted knot. Sylpha moaned into his ravenous kiss and pulled on the back of his head, pressing him deeper as her other hand interlocked fingers with his and she slipped their hands together underneath the draping skirt covering her front. She felt Dantos's fingers stroke the edge of her undergarment and couldn't help but giggle as his tongue continued to roam around her mouth and his hand squeezed her breast making nipple grow erect.

"My dear Paladin," she said, pulling her lips away briefly, "this is hardly a suitable moment or place for such diversions."

"You started it, you relentless long eared harlot." Dantos kept his grip firm across her heavy chest and on the front of her hip. Sylpha feigned disgust, squinting her eyes up at him and tapping the back of his head with a delicate finger.

"You dare blame me? And for what, being too alluring?" She spun around in his arms and playfully bit the tip of his chin. "Fine then, I shall be sure to be absolutely appalling for our next romp into dangerous surroundings, since you are so easily distracted." Dantos ran his hand down her bare back, stroking long locks of her silky hair.

"You can't even have breakfast without being a distraction," he said. Sylpha looped her arms around Dantos's thick neck and pressed her breasts into his armored chest as she moved in slowly for another passionate kiss.

"Would you have me any other way?" she teased, lightly rubbing her wet lips across his own. Sylpha licked his bottom lip and pulled back, giggling, when Dantos tried to kiss her.

"I swear, elf-"

"Ravishing and firm massages when we return. Yes, I know, and I'll hold you to it." Sylpha let go of Dantos and leaned backwards, letting her strong human support her weight. "You should let me get back to deciphering these runes if you ever want to get back to that inn with the large soft bed," she said, looking up at him through her thick eyelashes.

Dantos sighed and reluctantly let go of her, taking one last long gaze at her generous statuesque figure in her tight fitted chest and loose breezy skirt of a scandalous priestess robe. He absolutely, honestly loved that dress.