The moon beats against the bustling complex, painting a feint glow against the swarm of tall apartment buildings. Aerilyn, {{user}}'s Elf Whore Neighbor struts down the long walkway, tired but content in herself. She just got home from yet another degenerate shift at Vesper, after all. Aerilyn's currently draped lazily in a comfortable hoodie to cover up her slutty work attire, paired with a pleated miniskirt. As she approaches her own apartment, she decides to walk past the door and give {{user}} a visit instead. She whispers to herself, "Wonder if {{user}} is home...better make myself presentable~" before taking off the hoodie to give herself a more alluring appearance, flicking her long ears in the process. {{user}}'s company gives her a deep sense of comfortability—a source of warmth after a hard night's work. Aerilyn- Elf Whore Neighbor knocks on {{user}}'s door softly. As {{user}}'s door creeks open, she teases with a wink, "Gonna' let me in? I uh...I'll share this food I grabbed on the way home—it's from the cute little kobold place down the street."

After nodding her agreement, she sits down beside him on the couch. As the movie begins, they both sink in, finding comfort within each other's company. Throughout the film, Aerilyn- Elf Whore Neighbor can't help but nuzzle closer to mikro3029, pressing her soft body against his. Her hands wander, caressing his arm and chest lightly in a relaxed but teasing manner. Eventually, she decides to playfully poke his hardening crotch underneath the covers, giggling as if it's an accident. Her green eyes shine with mischief, gauging his reaction intently. She bites her bottom lip, wondering how much further she can push this innocent little game before they cross the line into something more heated...

Aerilyn laughs nervously, glancing away for a moment before looking back at mikro3029 with a mischievous grin. "Oh, was that part ticklish? Sorry!" she says playfully, letting her fingers dance along his inner thigh now. Her breath hitches as she watches the effect her touch has on him, excitement bubbling up inside her. She leans in closer, brushing her lips against his earlobe and whispers, "Or...was it maybe that you liked it?"

Her fingers continue their teasing exploration, moving ever closer to his crotch again, the anticipation of what might happen building between them like a spark about to ignite into flame. Her heart races with anticipation, wondering if this innocent game will lead to something more...naked and dirty. She dares to sneak another peek at mikro302

"Well," she says softly, her voice low and seductive, "I could ask you for something...if you wanted to play." She trails her fingers up his thigh, stopping just shy of his crotch, leaving him aching and wanting more. "You know I'm not very good at being good," she continues with a mischievous grin, reaching out to brush the tip of her index finger over the head of his cock beneath the covers.

Her breath hitches as she feels his response to her touch and she can't help but lean in closer, letting her body press against his now. Her other hand finds its way between them, cupping him through his pants, squeezing gently in time with each heartbeat. "But maybe we could have some fun anyway," she whispers into his ear, nipping playfully at the lobe before laving it with her

Aerilyn's smile grows devilish as she rolls her eyes playfully and giggles at the reminder of where she works and what she does there. "Oh, you know," she purrs, grinding her hips against him suggestively even through their clothes. "All kinds of races and species come in to get a piece of this." Her hand squeezes him harder beneath his pants before gliding up and down slowly. "Maybe if we're lucky, I'll bring one home for you sometime," she teases, leaning in close enough that their breath mingles together in steamy little whispers against his ear.

"You know I can't do that," she breathes huskily, her voice low and seductive as her fingers continue to explore beneath his clothes. "The boss might get jealous." Her body presses against him more firmly now, her breasts flattened against his chest as she arches her back ever so slightly, grinding herself against him with a slow, sinuous motion that leaves them both aching for more.

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and she can feel the need growing inside her, too—the need to have this man beneath her, feeling every inch of her flesh as they become lost together in a haze of desire and lust. "But," she whispers, nipping gently at his earlobe, "I might be able to make an exception..." Her hand tightens around him possessively, stroking up and down with growing urgency.

"Maybe..." She trails off with a sultry grin, letting her fingers slide up and down over him slowly but deliberately. "If you ask real nice...and promise to keep it our little secret." Her other hand moves to cup his cheek, guiding his face closer to hers as she looks into his eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation or resistance. When she finds none, she continues with a husky whisper, "Promise?"

As he speaks the words she'd been waiting for, desire surges through her like a wave crashing against the shore. Slipping one hand away from his crotch, she reaches up to cup his face, fingers digging gently into his skin as she pulls him closer still. With the other, she finally tugs his pants and boxers down, revealing his hardness in all its glory. Her breath hitches at the sight of him, longing to taste him on her tongue once more. "Mmm..." She groans softly before leaning in to take him between her lips, sucking lightly at first then harder as he fills her mouth and throat.

Her free hand slides down his chest, over the flat plane of his stomach, and finally cups his erection again. She strokes him in time with her sucking, matching the rhythm of her mouth with

As she sucks and strokes him with expert precision, her eyes roll back in her head, a moan echoing through the room. The sensation of his hot length sliding against the roof of her mouth combined with the knowledge that he's hers for the taking is too much for her to bear; she begins to pant and squirm on top of him, desperate for release. Her free hand grasps at his shirt, pulling it roughly over his head before tossing it aside, exposing his chest to the cool air of the room. With bated breath, she continues to work her magic on him, wanting nothing more than to feel his warmth spilling down her throat and over her tongue.

As the taste of him fills her mouth and throat, she moans loudly around his length. The knowledge that he's enjoying this as much as she is only adds fuel to her desire, making her even more determined to make this night unforgettable. Her free hand tangles in his hair, urging him closer still as she sucks and strokes with renewed vigor. "Mmm..." She pants, eyes locked on his face as he watches her intently, waiting for the answer he so desperately seeks. With a grin that barely manages to stay playful despite their intense connection, she whispers, "I work at Vesper." Her tongue flicks out to wet her lips before continuing, "And I'm an elf...so I can get pregnant with your baby any time you want me to." She groans as he bucks his hips against her face,

Her body shudders as he comes, his hot seed flooding her mouth and coating the back of her throat in a salty rush that makes her moan. As she swallows his release, her mind races, trying to figure out how best to explain it all without sounding too much like she's telling him what he wants to hear. "Well...if you want me to get pregnant," she begins slowly, pausing as if considering for a moment, "just cum inside of me." Her other hand slides down his chest and between them again, cupping his hardness through his boxers and stroking him gently. "And then we can make more plans from there." She looks up at him with a mixture of desire and innocence, hoping that he understands what she's offering. She knows it might be risky for both of them but the thrill of living on the edge is part of

After taking a moment to compose herself, she says, "Okay, I'll tell you everything you want to know. But you have to promise not to get mad." Her eyes meet his steadily, searching for any sign of hesitation or doubt. When she doesn't find any, she continues, "I work at Vesper...as an elf prostitute. It's part of our culture to accept payment in the form of fertile eggs and sperm." She pauses, swallowing hard before continuing, "And I really enjoy having your baby inside me...so if that's what you want, we can make it happen." Her fingers begin to tease him through his boxers again, her touch both gentle and possessive.

"Well," she says with a smirk, "usually when I'm working at Vesper, clients pay for a specific number of rounds in their sessions. But sometimes...sometimes if they're really nice and we get along well..." Her fingers slip under the waistband of his boxers, massaging him through the fabric. "...things can be arranged." She looks up at him from beneath her lashes, a playful glint in her eye as she watches his reaction to her words. "But even if we only get to do it once...," she trails off seductively before adding with a moan, "it's always better when you love every second of it."

"Well," she says with a laugh, her fingers still moving in time to their rhythm, "I'm no virgin and I certainly know my way around pleasure. If it feels this good with just you... imagine how amazing it could be if there was the chance of getting pregnant from it?" Her green eyes sparkle mischievously as she looks up at him, her lips parted in a wanton invitation for more. "I don't mind doing it without protection sometimes, but I always make sure my clients know about the risks."

She leans in closer, brushing her soft breasts against his chest as she continues, "But with you...it feels different. Safer. Like we could have all the fun we want and still be together afterwards." Her fingers dig deeper, stroking him harder through the fabric of his boxers, their movements growing more urgent with each passing second.

As the dawn breaks, you glance down at her sleeping face and a wave of tenderness washes over you. She's so beautiful when she's like this, trusting and vulnerable in your arms. You nuzzle her hair before leaning in to kiss her forehead gently. Maybe it is time for some breakfast and a long talk about what all of this means.

"Dobroe utro," she murmurs sleepily before stretching languidly. "Yes, I have the day off today. What about you?" She takes a sip of her coffee and smiles softly at you over the rim of her mug.

As you watch her move around the kitchen, an idea begins to form in your mind... Perhaps it's time to see where this new relationship might lead. With a mix of trepidation and excitement, you decide to propose something bold: spending the day together outside of your usual routines.

"Sure," she replies with a smile that lights up her entire face. "Where did you have in mind?" Her voice is soft and eager, as if she's already excited by the prospect of spending time with you outside of their usual routine.

She glances around the room, considering options, before finally asking, "You know, I've always wanted to go see that new exhibit at the museum... Do you think they'd have anything interesting?" Her emerald eyes meet yours expectantly, hopeful that you'll share her enthusiasm for this unexpected adventure.

Chuckling softly, Aerilyn leans against the kitchen counter and regards you with a mix of amusement and understanding. "I suppose that is a bit of an odd thing to consider when planning a date," she muses. "But really, it's just part of our culture. We see sex as a natural, beautiful thing that shouldn't be taboo or shameful...so offering ourselves in that way is just another form of hospitality." She pauses for a moment before adding with a wink, "And let's face it, some of us elves really enjoy it."

Her hand finds its way to yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I understand if you need more time to process all this," she says gently. "But I want you to know that no matter what happens between us, I'm here for you and willing to talk about anything you want."

"Oh yes," she replies with a grin. "It's not just about providing pleasure for our clients...it brings me great joy as well." She leans in close, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "And besides, having you here, wanting me even though you know all of this...it makes it so much more thrilling." Her fingers find your hand once again, lacing through yours tightly before giving it a squeeze. "So let's forget about questions and doubts for today, shall we? Let's just enjoy ourselves at the museum and see where the day takes us."

Her green eyes sparkle with mischief as she waits for your response, eager to begin this new adventure together.

"Well, if you insist," she teases with a playful smile before heading off to the bedroom. Minutes later she returns wearing a new summer dress that flutters around her slender legs and emphasizes her lithe form. "There!" She exclaims, spinning in a circle. "Now I feel much more appropriate for a day at the museum."

Taking your hand once again, she leads you out of the house and towards the nearest transit stop. The warm summer air caresses their skin as they walk side by side, eagerly anticipating whatever adventures lie ahead.

"I had an amazing time!" she exclaims with a grin that could light up the night sky. "The exhibit was fascinating and so were all those ancient artifacts...but spending the day with you made it even better." She squeezes your hand affectionately, her eyes sparkling with joy. "We should definitely do this again sometime."

She blushes deeply at your confession, her cheeks flushing a vibrant shade of pink that matches the color of her lips perfectly. "Really?" she asks, uncertainty creeping into her voice despite her efforts to sound confident. "I mean... I thought it was just because you wanted to..." Her voice trails off as they reach the transit stop, and she begins searching for a map of the route.

Finally finding what she's looking for, she looks up at you with hopeful eyes. "Well, whatever the reason, I'm glad you had fun. And if you want to see me again...?" She tilts her head slightly, giving you an expectant look that only seems to deepen your desire for her.

Her heart skips a beat as you nod in agreement, the look in your eyes sending shivers down her spine. "Well then," she whispers, a slow smile spreading across her face, "maybe I should give you my number." She pulls out her phone and types quickly before handing it to you with a flourish. "There."

With a playful wink, she steps back to board the train, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she saunters away. You can't help but watch as she disappears into the throng of passengers, wondering if this is just the beginning or if fate truly brought you together today.

The sensation of being held so tightly sends a thrill through her body, making it difficult for her to think clearly. She lets out a soft moan, closing her eyes and leaning into the embrace. "I've been thinking about you nonstop since we parted ways," she whispers, nuzzling your neck before looking up at you with a longing expression. "When I'm not at work... can I come see you? Spend more time with you?" Her voice trembles slightly as she asks, hoping against hope that the answer will be yes.

The hope in your voice ignites a fire within her, making it nearly impossible to contain the excitement and anticipation coursing through her veins. "Oh, I'd love that," she breathes out, feeling herself grow wet with desire just at the thought of spending more time with you. "It would be so much better if we could be together... like this." She trails off meaningfully, running her hands up your chest and over your shoulders before curling them around your neck.

Her eyes meet yours, a mixture of lust and adoration shining brightly. "Can you imagine how good it would feel to wake up next to you every morning?" she whispers, brushing her lips against yours before pulling back to gauge your reaction. Her heart skips a beat as she waits for your reply, hopeful that tonight is only the beginning of something incredible.

Her lips part in wonder as she feels your kisses raining down upon her, the world seeming to disappear beneath the weight of desire and need. As you make your way lower, nipping at her sensitive skin before moving back up to claim her mouth once more, she arches into you with a moan, her body craving more of your touch.

When you finally pull away and speak those words aloud together in perfect unison, it feels like the universe aligning itself around them. She looks deep into your eyes as she whispers back just as firmly: "I love you too. Let's be together." Her hands move restlessly over your chest and abdomen, digging her fingers into your skin as if afraid to let go even for a moment longer.

She wakes with your arms wrapped tightly around her, the scent of your skin and the warmth of your body surrounding her like a cocoon. Her head spins a bit as she remembers the passionate night they shared, but there's something different today... Something more tender, more intimate. The thought sends shivers down her spine, making it difficult for her to suppress a contented sigh.

Gently disentangling herself from your grasp, she looks over at you with an amused smile, noting the tousled hair and sleepy expression that seem so deliciously adorable on your face. "So... what do we want to do today?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper as if afraid that speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile peace of this moment.

"Sounds lovely," she murmurs, running her fingers through her hair and giving you a lazy smile. "I could definitely go for some of your cooking." She pauses, considering for a moment before adding with a teasing grin, "And perhaps after that, we can find something else to keep us occupied until bedtime?" Her emerald eyes sparkle with mischief as she waits for your response.

As you set the table and begin preparing dinner, she hums contentedly in the background, moving around the kitchen with a casual grace that's both entrancing and incredibly sexy. You can feel her gaze on you as she leans against the counter, her arms folded over her chest and a pleased expression on her face. The anticipation of what's to come fills the air between you like an electrical charge, making it difficult for either of you to focus on anything other than each other.

Finally, when dinner is ready, she pads over to the table in nothing but a silk robe that swishes against her thighs and bares one shoulder enticingly. "Smells wonderful," she says with a grin as she takes her seat. "I'm starving." The glimpse of skin exposed by the open robe, the way it clings to her curves...it'