He was tall for an elf, nearing six feet with long dark hair and an angular shaped face. His ears were slightly less pointed than many elves but that ...as because of the fighter pilot's helmet he had worn for so many decades."Ambassador Legsim," Riall spoke from beside the chart. "You are always welcome among us."Ambassador Legsim was a legendary figure in the Lycavorian Union, a former fighter pilot with more Coven kills than any pilot alive. He was an elf that had fought in some of the most. But they are equally confusing. Like shoes in Iceland. Apparently, you don’t wear the things. Anna didn’t wear the things. Not here at work, at least. And now she stood there a few steps into the hallway of the office, with a sweet smile on her cute-as-a-button face and an implying glare in her eye. She nodded to me to follow her example. And what the hell, when in Rome and all that, what could I do? I untied my shoes and kicked them off, trying to look as if I didn’t care about the big gaping. Kneeling on the bed and looking down at her I had no remorse at all for what I had just done. She was just too beautiful and too sexy looking for me not to want the memory of her nakedness or the tightness of her pussy. I was just sorry that it could not have been with her being a willing participant, but what the hell, some memory is better than none. I wondered if putting my cock in her mouth would help speed up my getting another erection so I got up and moved to where my cock was hanging. I would imagine being with him again." Yeah, I could imagine too. Cooper was her boyfriend and I must admit I was a little envious. He was gorgeous. He was about 6 feet tall and proportionately built, with well toned muscles and from what I could tell, the muscle she was dreaming about was well proportioned too. He also practiced yoga and I'd been lucky enough to have him in some of my classes. He certainly was nice on the eyes. "Mostly? What else were you thinking about Kris?" She looked away.