I felt sorry for her. The way she held me was like I was the only man in her life. The poor little thing really thought you would leave her for this. ...t's obvious she loves her husband. I wanted the wife's suffering to end quickly. I left and called Vince asking if we could meet for lunch and could he take the rest of the day off work? He agreed to both and 30 minutes later we were shaking hands at a sports bar. I let him eat and we talked about work and things. When he had finished most of. “Where is she?” I asked, stopping ten paces away. “Lydia!” Verto called over his shoulder. From the forest, a dawn-elf emerged. She had sun-kissed skin, red hair, sharp features, and dazzling green eyes. She was naked, and her nubile body was a feast of slender curves and supple creases. She hardly acknowledged me, and instead devoted her adoring attention to her captor. But Verto hadn’t taken his eyes off me, and smirked triumphantly when I felt the color rush to my cheeks.“I swear Ranger. ’ ‘Yup! That would be me,’ she utters. She moans louder against his lips as their heated bodies approach nirvana. Collapsing together in a tangle of arms and legs they lay entwined for several minutes. He kisses her forehead, sighs. They snuggle in each other’s embrace drifting to sleep. He stirs wondering how he slept so soundly. He hasn’t felt this rested or content in a long time. Seeing the minx next to him is still asleep he slips out of bed. Quietly opening his bag he grabs the rope he. He lay upon her, the wet ink transferring from her to his belly. And as he lay there, he realized that keeping her longer was no longer an option. Tonight? Or tomorrow? That was the real question.They began to fuck again, and every part of her body seemed to have become sensitive to his caresses. He had only to stroke her and she would cry out and cling to him. But it was still only an act of self-preservation. Her sweat and his combined to wash the ink slowly into incomprehensible.