Music and laughter and loud voices came from below. Meredith hid behind the curtains and watched the scenes out on the front yard. Hid, because she had learned from experience that it was not wise to let the drunk men down there see the beautiful woman in the window. She had visitors enough, the last thing she wanted was to attract another bunch of old drunkards. Carriages pulled in and let out noble men, horsemen that looked like they had been sleeping under the stars for the last few months, and probably had done so, too, rode into the yard, and they all went into the tavern downstairs.
She had wobbly steps come up the stairs, and she turned around and stepped away from the window. The door opened, and a man came into her room. A tall, slim man with silvery hair that reached down to his waist. It was an elf, an elf in rich, fancy clothes, and he was obviously not sober. Elves! They could never hold any liquor!
-My, my! he said. A human! Now, that's new! I've never been with a human before!
Meredith walked up to him and greeted him with a smile. She looked over hastily, trying to figure him out. He was young, couldn't be more than 250-300 years. And rich. The clothes were made of silk, richly embroidered with silver threads. A rich man's son on school break, spending his allowance on booze and women, perhaps?
-Nice to meet you, sir, she said. I'm Meredith.
-Hello – Meredith! he said. I'm Wenthon, lord of Starfall Hall.
A noble man, probably an oldest son who had recently inherited his title, and was now out spending his inheritance.
-How can I be of service, mylord? said Meredith.
-Well... said Wenthon, and threw his coat over an armchair. This IS a brothel, isn't it? And you ARE a hooker, are you not?
-I prefer "lady of the night", said Meredith, still smiling, though she was getting annoyed with his cockiness.
-Lady of the night... said Wenthon, and sat down on the big bed with the dark blue satin cover. That sounds almost Elfish. Elves are night-creatures.
Meredith sat down next to him. She raised her arms and dragged her fingers through her hair, a seductive gesture that men always liked; it showed the slenderness of her waist and neck, the nice curves of her breasts, and the richness of her dark, curly hair. Wenthon observed her gesture, but he didn't seem impressed, only mildly interested. He reached out and took a lock of her hair between his fingers. His hands were thin and delicate, like they had been shaped by a sculptor.
-It's so coarse, he said, fascinated. So thick. Not like elven hair at all.
-My hair may not be as silky smooth as an elf woman's hair, said Meredith. But I have other things, that are as soft as you'd want them.
-This I want to see, said Wenthon, and threw himself on his back on the bed. Come here, my little human wench, and show me how humans mate!
The cheekiness of this man! Meredith thought to herself. Well, she had met worse. That troll who was into whipping – with wooden clubs! Or that old magician who wanted to use his wand on her... An elf full of hot air, eager to "go slumming" with a human, was a piece of cake.
She laid down next to him and held her hand against his chin as she licked from his earlobe up to the top of his pointy ear, and then played with her tongue inside his ear.
-Mmmm... said Wenthon. How brutish! Tell me – you humans don't bite during sex, do you? I'm not much for cannibalism.
-I'll only bite you if you ask me to, said Meredith sweetly.
Wenthon chuckled, and she licked his neck, unbuttoned his shirt, and caressed his smooth, hairless, pale skin. She got up a bit, and licked his stiff nipples. Wenthon closed his eyes and smiled. He licked his lips, and Meredith bent over and kissed them lightly. He looked up, still with a teasing glint in his eyes, and then he held on to her head and kissed her back. Meredith was surprised at her own reaction. She always kept cold and professional with her clients. Now, Wenthon's kiss set her blood on fire. She played with his tongue, felt how soft his lips were, and her hands started taking his shirt off. Not because it was the next step in her normal work procedure, but because she wanted to have his body naked next to hers. Involuntarily, she made a grunting noise. Wenthon pulled away from her, still smug, still smiling, but Meredith was experienced enough to notice the difference in the fire in his eyes and the heaviness in his breathing. The stuck-up elf was getting aroused. Meredith took his shirt off, and continued caressing and kissing his entire torso. Wenthon sat up and reached for her. She let him untie her belt and blouse, and take them off of her. He threw them on the floor, and took her breasts in his hands. He held them together, and buried his face between them. He inhaled her musky human scent, and took one of her hard nipples in his mouth and sucked on it. Meredith touched his hair, smoother than anything she had felt before, and felt the excitement growing inside of her. What was it about this man that could make her so hot?
-Your skin is not as soft as elven skin, said Wenthon. But your breasts are just the same. Only bigger.
-So I DO have something that isn't inferior to that of an elf woman? said Meredith.
-I didn't say they were not inferior, said Wenthon.
Meredith grinded her teeth. OK, that was it! She'd probably get in trouble with her master later, but she had had just about all she could take from this snob!
-Being an elf, you are obviously used to the finer things in life, she said. Do you want the full experience of a human mating, or would you prefer a more refined sexual act?
