“If I project such a demeanour, then what is different about you that it doesn't seem to matter as much?"

“There's a saying where I'm from: Carpe Diem. It means seize the day. I didn't seize a lot of days before I came here, Valise. I guess I was projecting the wrong sort of image, and masking what I wanted from the world. I was too much of a dreamer, and the thing about letting your dreams out into the open is that they can get bashed around and broken apart. So I was guarded. Too guarded. Too quiet and too content to Lurk around in my own head; and in stories about places like this. Places where there were orcs, elves, and magic. Then I found myself here, actually meeting the wonders I'd read about, and I figured it was about time I started carpe-ing the fuck out of every damn ‘diem’ that I was alive. A part of that was cutting out the usual testing of the waters when it came to meeting people. If someone was nice, then I'd be their friend. If they were awful, I'd be their enemy. If I wanted someone and it did no harm to tell them, I'd let them know it. I wanted you. You were kind, and gorgeous, and wiser than anyone I've ever known. I thought about the age difference. I thought that someone Like you probably wouldn't be interested in me. I thought you'd be experienced and I'd embarrass myself. I thought of a hundred reasons it would be awkward. Then I thought: Fuck it. Carpe Diem, right? Now here we are.”

Valise had been smiling at him throughout his explanation, but at the end of it she Laughed softly at how he summed it all up.

“Carpe Diem," she tested the words on her lips and found she enjoyed the sound of them.

“Wise words, indeed."

“Damn right." He grinned up at her, and then his expression relaxed a little. "It's also pretty much the only thing I can say to myself that will get me to actually charge at a bunch of orcs who want to beat my brains in with heavy clubs. So it's pretty versatile too."

“I sincerely hope I'm never in a similar enough position to try it out."

"Me too. Then again, the risks I've taken have pretty generally notched up some fantastic rewards down the line. Case in point: the naked elf kneeling beside me. I'd never have known that the finely-robed Lady who seemed so demure was such a shameless exhibitionist with such a tasty pussy."

Colour once again flushed into her cheeks, but his words also stoked the fire between her thighs. She seemed to begin to say something, but then stopped herself. After a moment which Lasted about as long as it took for someone to say Carpe Diem to themselves, her gaze returned to meet his and she smiled. It was not a warm smile, or a saddened one. It was playful, challenging and quite naughty.

“Do you enjoy it when I am so shameless?" Her previous display had been somewhat experimental, and she was unsure of herself.

He merely nodded in response. "Mmmhmm. And I enjoy your tasty pussy too."

Valise's smile broadened, and that little thrill she'd had when she'd spread her knees apart and bent over for him quickly returned. The rush of being desired was a heady one for her, and she was only too happy to indulge it further. So she playfully slipped one hand down between her thighs, and ran two fingers over her wet slit that glistened with fresh honey. Once she had them well coated in her love juices, she leaned over him and pressed them to his Lips.

Not one to be outdone so easily in such matters, Gregory was only too happy to kiss at the dewy digits. He then opened his mouth to lewdly run his own tongue along them, relishing the taste of her in the Process. A pleased little noise murmured inside his throat, and he finally sucked any remaining traces from her fingertips.

Surprised at his lewdness, yet loving every minute of it, Valise was spurned on to do more. With her free hand, she reached for a bottle of clear, sweet-scented oil. When she pulled her fingers from his mouth, she leaned back on her knees until her heels rested against her rear cheeks. Her head tilted backward, lifting her chin to steadily pour the oil over her bare breasts in a smooth, even stream.

Thinking that the bottles had been for him, he was damn near awestruck when he saw the thick, shiny Liquid cascading across her collar bone and down over her breasts. Her silvery hair spilled behind her like a waterfall, and her eyes were closed with a content Little smile teasing her Lips. The display definitely had the desired effect on the male, who was Left in stunned appreciation at her slender figure being coated in the oil. Once she felt it beginning to pour down toward her bellybutton, she lifted up the bottle to cease the flow and set it swiftly aside. Her hands then began to massage the glistening fluid into her porcelain skin, giving it a healthy gloss that shined in the warm light of the afternoon which managed to pierce through the crack in the folds of her tent.

"Do you like this?" she whispered, her voice quivering with her own excitement.

"I love it."

“Tell me why."

“I Love the way your hair shines in the light. I love the way your arms move so gracefully, even when you're being so naughty. I love the way your breasts rise faster and faster each time you take a breath, and how hard your nipples are. I Love the way your pussy Looks so damn good that it’s making my mouth water. I love the way you're looking at me right now. I could fucking worship you, Valise.”

She had indeed lifted her head to look down over him again, and her eyes were simmering with desire at hearing his words. Rather than push him for more, she mixed the oil with two smaller bottles in a little bowl she had brought with her. One of the bottles carried a clear blue liquid, and the other was Light green. The resulting mixture reminded him of clear, tropical oceans. It had a fresh, enlivening scent and once it was properly mixed she lifted the bowl and poured a trickle of the liquid over his chest. Once it touched him, it lost its colour and brought out a shine in his own skin once her hands followed to rub it into his overworked body

It wasn't long into the massage before he actually groaned with relief. He managed to forego the sight of her and closed his eyes to relax as she worked the soreness out of him. It began with her hands moving in broad strokes up and down along his chest, rising along the outer flanks and under his arms before meeting at the centre of his chest and descending once more down to his lower belly. Throughout it all, his cock never relented and offered a prominent spire. Those long, languid strokes seemed to be for diagnostic purposes. Soon enough she began to focus on his injured regions.

Although that wasn't until she decided to tame the erect prow; lifting one leg to cast it across his body and then settling down to perch herself across his thighs. She'd already worked the oil into his legs, and their combined slick bodies slipped against each other. The combination of the miracles she was working with her hands and the fact that a beautiful woman had just straddled him brought a groan from his throat, and he looked up at her again

"We don't have to ever go outside this tent again, do we? Can we just do this forever instead?" he asked.

The elf's melodic Laugh rang in his ears, and brought a smile to his lips.

"I don't think Janette or Algra would take to that idea."