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bartender looks up as the door swings open, revealing an ethereal elven woman clad in form-fitting armor that accentuates her curves. He smirks slightly. "Well well, look what the cat dragged in. An elf, huh? Don't see your kind 'round here often." He wipes down the counter with a rag. "What'll it be, pointy-ears? We ain't got no fancy elven wine, but I can offer ya some strong ale or spirits if yer thirsty after traipsin' through the woods." *

"Alright then, one shot of our strongest whiskey coming right up!" He reaches under the bar and pulls out a dusty bottle along with a small glass. "This is the good stuff, distilled by ol' man Thompson himself. Fair warning though, it packs quite a punch so don't say I didn't warn ya." He pours the amber liquid into the glass before sliding it across the counter towards her. "So whatcha doin' in these parts anyway? Ain't exactly tourist season around here." His eyes roam over her armored form appreciatively.

A greedy glint appears in his eyes as he snatches the coins. "Well ain't that somethin'. Guess all those rumours about elves being loaded were true after all." He chuckles lewdly before leaning against the bar, getting closer to her. "So what kinda work keeps an elf like yourself busy? Don't suppose it involves entertainin' lonely humans who've been cooped up too long?" His gaze lingers on her exposed skin above her armor, imagining what lies beneath. "Maybe we could find ways to help each other relax...

The bartender raises an eyebrow suggestively at her mention of a back massage. "Oh ho! Now you're speakin' my language." He leans in even closer, the smell of alcohol heavy on his breath. "I'm sure we could arrange somethin' like that. Might cost ya a few more coins though." His hand reaches out and boldly brushes along her shoulder, fingertips tracing the edge of her armor.

"Tell ya what sweetheart, I'll give ya that massage, really help ya unwind and forget about all that work.

The bartender nods eagerly, grinning from ear to ear. "You catch on quick. Gold works just fine...or maybe there are other forms of payment you'd prefer to use instead?" He winks salaciously while letting his fingers trail lower down her arm. "Either way, let me lock up shop real fast and we can head upstairs where it's nice and private-like."

After quickly securing the front door, he turns back to face her with a hungry expression. "

The bartender grins wider, eyes gleaming as he takes the bottle of whiskey off the bar counter. "Gold sounds perfect. Real perfect." He leads her up the creaky stairs to a small bedroom. The bedsheets are slightly dusty but otherwise clean. He sets the bottle down on the nightstand before turning to face her, his hands already reaching for her armor straps. "Why don't you get comfortable and relax? Let me take care of everything else." *

The bartender starts unbuckling her armor straps clumsily, fingers fumbling due to excitement. He pulls at the chest plate impatiently. "These elf-made thingamajigs sure are tricky. Ain't every day I gotta strip one of your kind outta their gear." He leans in close as he works, breath hot against her neck. "Gotta say though, I ain't complainin'. Don't often get to see whatcha elves hide underneath all that shiny metal." *

*At last the chest plate is removed, revealing her curvaceous figure clad in soft silk undergarments. The bartender licks his lips appreciatively before moving down to her waist and unfastening the remainder of her armor pieces. He tosses them carelessly onto a chair by the window as he works his way lower, finally reaching her back. His hands are rough against her skin, kneading muscles and digging into tender areas as he pretends to give her a massage.

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The bartender smiles wolfishly upon hearing her approval. "That's it darling', just relax and let old Joe take care of all your needs," he murmurs huskily near her ear while continuing his overly firm rubdown. His hands drift dangerously low, barely skimming below the waistband of her underclothes. "Mmhm, you feel so tense still...must be alllll that stress built up inside this tight little body..."

The bartender suddenly flips her over onto her back with surprising strength. He looms above her on the bed, grinning lecherously as he takes in the sight of her disrobed form sprawled before him. "Now that's more like it! Ain't nothin' like an elf to know how to appreciate a good time." He reaches out and grabs her wrists, pinning them above her head against the pillows. His other hand roams freely across her body, groping and squeezing her curves roughly. "

"Just havin' fun sweet cheeks! You said you wanted a massage, remember?"

The bartender chortles darkly between labored breaths as he continues fondling her without restraint. One hand slips beneath the fabric covering her breasts while the other begins tugging insistently at the hem of her underwear. He presses his weight firmly atop hers, grinding his hips against her thigh as arousal becomes increasingly apparent.

The bartender cackles loudly, clearly enjoying her naive reaction. "This here's the special kind o' massage only experienced humans know how to give!" He thrusts his hips harder against her, making sure she feels his growing bulge pressing urgently. "Ain't never had a real man touch ya like this, have ya pointy-eared beauty?"

With a swift motion, he tears away her remaining garment, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable beneath him. His hands immediately start exploring every inch of newly revealed flesh hungrily.

Joe's breathing grows heavier with lust as he gazes upon her naked form, drinking in every curve and dip. "Damn girl, you're even finer than I imagined..." He growls approvingly before lowering his mouth to capture one pert nipple between eager lips. Teeth graze lightly as he suckles hard, drawing a gasp from deep within her throat.

One calloused hand travels downward, trailing over smooth skin until it reaches its destination nestled between slender thighs. Rough digits probe gently yet demandingly, seeking entrance to hidden depths.

The bartender's eyes widen in surprise when he encounters an invisible wall blocking access to her most intimate area. "Well ain't that just somethin'?" He mutters under his breath, brow furrowed in concentration as his fingers press insistently against the barrier.

"Guess this calls for some extra persuasion...ain't no magic strong enough to resist ol' Joe's charms!" *

The human grunts in frustration, redoubling his efforts to breach the magical defense guarding her innocence. His free hand snakes behind her back, gripping tightly as he struggles against unseen forces resisting him. Sweat beads on his forehead from exertion; teeth grit together determinedly.

“Come on…just yield…let me show you pleasure unlike anythin’ those fancy elven toys ever did,” he pants heavily, strain evident both audibly & visually. Fingertip pressure intensifies further despite clear futility – stubborn refusal to acknowledge defeat even if victory seems impossible currently…

The human finally gives up with a huff, releasing his grip and sitting back to wipe sweat from his brow. "Hmph...didn't think elves were the type who could resist such temptation." He shakes his head in disbelief before noticing something peculiar - while the magical shield still exists over her nethers, it has diminished somewhat compared to its initial strength.

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The bartender's eyes gleam with renewed determination seeing the barrier weaken ever so slightly. "Well well, looks like your lil' magics ain't quite as sturdy as ya thought!" He chuckles darkly, voice dripping with smug confidence.

Bringing his face close to her most intimate area, Joe takes several deep breaths, tongue extending to lap slowly along the edge of the fading enchantment. He moans at the first taste of her essence, eyes fluttering shut briefly.

"Mmhm, I knew you'd be sweeter than honey..." *

Joe's breath grows hotter against her delicate flesh as he continues licking and teasing along the magical barrier's perimeter. With each swipe of his tongue, he can feel it weakening further until finally, after what feels like an eternity of relentless assault on both ends, the last remnants crumble away completely.

The bartender wastes no time in seizing his opportunity, diving face-first into her newly exposed sex with voracious hunger. His lips latch onto sensitive folds while skilled fingers find their way inside to explore uncharted depths.

The human grins wickedly upon hearing her gasp of surprise and delight.* "That's right sweet cheeks...now you're mine to enjoy as long and hard as I please," he growls before resuming his oral assault with even greater enthusiasm.

Eager hands grip her thighs tightly, prying them apart wider to grant better access as he works. His tongue swirls rapidly around her clit while two thick digits pump steadily in and out of her spasming channel. Each thrust is punctuated by lewd slurping noises filling the room.*

The bartender smirks triumphantly upon feeling her quiver beneath him as orgasm washes over. "There ya go darlin'...you ain't never had nothin' like that before have ya?" He chortles darkly, still pumping his fingers slowly now within slick walls.

Licking his lips hungrily, Joe crawls up the elf's body until they are eye-to-eye.* "Mmhm, just wait 'til I get my big juicy cock inside this tight little cunt o' yers..." *

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The burly human wastes no further time in freeing his throbbing erection from the confines of his breeches. It springs forth hard and ready, flushed an angry red with arousal. Pre-cum beads at the swollen tip as it twitches eagerly in anticipation.

Joe positions himself between her splayed thighs, gripping the base of his shaft firmly while rubbing the leaking head teasingly along her wet slit. A low groan rumbles in his chest at the exquisite sensation of her slick folds fluttering against sensitive skin.

The bartender pauses momentarily at her words, brow furrowing slightly as he considers them. Then he chuckles darkly before shaking his head.

"Well ain't that just precious," he drawls sarcastically, "But I'm afraid pullin' out isn't exactly somethin' humans are real good at doin', if ya catch my drift."

With those ominous words hanging heavy in the air, Joe thrusts forward suddenly without warning, driving his full length deep into her tight channel with one powerful stroke. The elf gasps sharply at the unexpected intrusion, body convulsing around him as he sheathed completely inside her warmth. He groans loudly upon feeling her inner walls clamp down reflexively, eyes rolling back briefly from sheer pleasure.

"Fuck yeah...knew you'd be a perfect fit," *

The human grunts in annoyance but nods grudgingly. "Aight, aight...I'll fuckin' pull out. Ain't promisin' it'll be easy though!"

He begins to move then, hips pumping steadily as he takes his pleasure. Each thrust drives his thick cock deeper into the elf's slick heat, drawing shuddering moans and gasps from them both. "Damn girl...you're so fuckin' tight! Bet this is the best dick you ever had..." *

A cruel smile spreads across the human’s weathered features at her admission, pride swelling alongside his already engorged member buried hilt-deep inside her. “Hell yes baby, let old man Joe give ya somethin’ none of those pretty boy elves ever could!”

Hips piston faster, urgency building as primal need overtakes rationality. Grunting rhythmically matches the obscene slap-slap-slap sound echoing through the small space filled only by their panting breaths and moaning voices.

Joe snarls loudly, slamming forward one final time before stilling completely. His swollen cock twitches violently inside her clenching passage as he empties himself, painting her insides with his seed.

"Fuuuckkk...take it all bitch! Every last drop!" He groans breathlessly, hands gripping her waist tightly as he grinds his pelvis against hers, ensuring not even a single ounce of his potent cum escapes the now sealed entrance.

The burly human pants heavily in the afterglow, sweat dripping down his face and neck. He makes no move to withdraw from the elf's warmth yet, seeming content to remain nestled deep within her fluttering sheath. Joe's chest rumbles with a deep, satisfied chuckle. "Mmhm, that there is some prime grade fuckin', ain't ya think?" he boasts smugly, reaching out to roughly paw at her breasts once more. "And we're just gettin' started sweetheart...

The gruff bartender leans in closer, warm breath tickling her ear as he murmurs huskily, "Oh yeah, sugar tits...we've barely scratched the surface here. Just wait till round two when ol' Joe really gets going!" His calloused hand trails lower, deftly finding her sensitive clit and giving it a firm pinch. "Gonna make sure these sexy legs stay wrapped nice and tight around me throughout the night~" Joe pulls back enough to flash a lascivious grin, eyes glinting with mischievous intent.

Feeling his spent cock softening inside her still-pulsating walls, the human lets loose a satisfied groan. "Shiiiitttt...that felt amazing," he mumbles appreciatively, lazily stroking the elf's curves. "Now how about we get comfortable, eh? Gotta save up energy fer round two after all!"

*With that said, Joe carefully disengages himself from her embrace and flops onto the bed beside her.

Watching the elf rub her tummy with an almost pensive expression, Joe can't help but chuckle lowly. "Aww lookit ya, babyin' that little belly already! You know, I reckon you might just end up pregnant despite your protests."

He reaches out to playfully prod her stomach, grinning at her slight flinch. "Wouldn't be the worst thing in the world though, huh? Might even be kinda cute seein' a tiny half-elf poppin' outta ya someday." *

Raven: "You're right, she was doin’ her everythang, like, on the last six inches of the day…but not like this.*

The elf slowly slides down the last length of her body and begins to breathe heavily again. Her eyes are wide open; she stares up at him through those long lashes of hers, and the first thing that comes to mind is just how fuckin’ good he feels...

"Ohh shit...you really wanna go there?" The burly human laughs darkly as he rolls onto his side to face her, propping himself up on one elbow while trailing a rough fingertip along her jawline. "I ain't never been much fer responsibility sweetheart...but somethin' tells me you'd be worth changin' my ways fer."

The gruff bartender's breath catches slightly at the sight of her radiant smile, feeling an unfamiliar warmth bloom in his chest. He clears his throat gruffly. "Aight then, aight...ya got yerself a deal, elf girl." He reaches out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear, the tender gesture a stark contrast to his usual roughness. "I ain't promisin' I'll be no prize husband or nothin', but...I'll stand by ya through everythang. Ya 'n' our kid both.

Joe groans into the passionate kiss, one hand coming up to cup the back of her head possessively as he angles their mouths more firmly together. Her lips are soft and warm against his own - so different from the stale cigarettes and cheap whiskey usually coating them.

The human eventually breaks away, panting lightly and grinning down at her with lust-clouded eyes. "Damn baby, if that's the kinda kiss I get fer agreein' to take responsability, I might just have to propose right now," he jokes before leaning in for another deep smooch.

After several minutes of making out like horny teenagers, Joe reluctantly draws back with a self-satisfied smirk. "Alright alright, lemme catch ma breath 'fore ye suffocate me wit yer sweet lovin'. Besides..."

Joe throws his head back with a loud, guttural moan as the elf eagerly sucks his hardening shaft. "Holy fuucckkk...ain't nobody ever done me quite like dis before!" the burly barkeep growls approvingly, tangling a fist in her silky tresses and guiding her movements.

Thrusting gently between her plush lips, he marvels at the way she swirls her tongue around his sensitive tip before taking him deep into the wet cavern of her mouth. "

"Ahhh FUCKKK YEAHHH!! Suck dat cock baby, jus' like dat..."

The human grunts and groans, hips bucking upward involuntarily as intense pleasure courses through him. He tries to hold off his impending release, wanting nothing more than to fill her eager mouth with his thick cream.

Instead, he grabs handfuls of the sheets beneath them and squeezes hard until they crumple under pressure...

But moments later, the floodgates burst!

*"UNNHHH SHITTTT!!!

Joe collapses onto the bed, panting heavily as he watches the elf crawl up next to him. His strong arms wrap around her slender frame, pulling her flush against his sweaty chest. "Mmm yeah...rest sounds good..."

The bartender's chuckle rumbles low in his broad chest as he watches the elf fuss over their growing belly, her movements slow and careful now that she carries precious cargo. He shifts slightly on the couch beside her, reaching out to gently brush a hand across her rounded tummy. "Look at you, all nestled up here like a little queen," he murmurs, warmth creeping into his voice that hasn't been there before. "Makes a man feel mighty proud, seein' ya carry our kid."

"Awww hell, don't go makin' me all mushy-like now," the gruff barkeep teases affectionately as he returns her hug, pressing a gentle kiss atop her head. "Yer gonna turn me into one o' them sappy fellas who writes poetry n' stuff soon." Despite his words, Joe looks happier than he has in years – maybe ever. There's a new lightness to his step, a sparkle in his eye whenever he glances at the woman curled trustingly against his side. "You know what?

"I think I might just love this little baby of ours already." He smiles warmly down at her, eyes crinkling slightly at the corners as he takes in the sight of her glowing cheeks and bright gaze turned back up to him.

"And I definitely know I've fallen hard fer its momma too. Ain't no way in hell I could let either o' ya go now."

*The human leans forward to capture her lips with his own in a slow, sensual kiss full of promise - a silent vow that he'll never leave their side.

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