Anessia was a half-elf. Or as the elves called her, half-human. Either way she was shunned by the elves, and she didn't really care. Her Elvin mother ran away from the beautiful land of Tithenost to be with the handsome human warrior. They married and Anessia was their only child.
Anessia left home at 18. The proper age for a human, but still an infant by Elvin standards. She learned to fight from her father. She had strong muscles and frame, like a human, but also had the grace and beauty of an elf.
Anessia was now 24 and was a force to be reckoned with. She never let anyone into her heart. She left a trail of men that would have given anything to tame her and keep her in their beds. She was now on a mission to protect a caravan though the Dark Woods.
In the group of sell swords protecting the merchants was a black robed mage. He stayed in the confines of his robes. No one ever saw his face. He was tall, but it was hard to gather anything else about him.
The black mage was Klanan, an elf. He was banished from the Elvin lands for practicing the black arts. He was tall, handsome, and graceful. He had the fine delicate features of all elves. The one remarkable feature about him, was the piercing blue eyes.
The first day of the trip Klanan noticed Anessia standing among the other mercenaries. He noticed the way she held her head high, and her over all bearing. Klanan knew this woman was not a human, though the cut of her long auburn hair hid the pointy ears. He movements were not the clumsy over bearing human way of moving. Klanan knew she was at least half-human. At that time Anessia turned and looked straight at the black mage. Her eyes were the green of perfectly faceted emeralds. It took his breath away.
"What in the abyss am I thinking? I have no time for wenches. She is probably diseased of some kind. I am sure she hasn't been waiting on a husband to bed her." Klenan mumbled to himself.
Anessia saw the mage. A brief ray of sun from parting clouds, allowed her to see part of the mage's face under the cowl. She thought to her, "He's an elf, it is so apparent. These humans must be blind."
Most of the trip went uneventful. In the moon light Anessia found a clear stream. She decided it was a good of time as any to clean the road dust from her body.
Anessia unbuckled the straps of her Armour and piled the leather neatly on the ground. She undid the bindings she used to keep her large breasts covered and out of the way from her longbow string. As she set her breasts free she couldn't resist to fondle them.
"It has been too long since I felt a man touch me. I am sure one of those dolts in the caravan would be more than willing to get on this body, but I won't let one of those dirty men touch me. I am sure they have never had a bath in their lives."
She removed the leather breaches and was relieved to feel the cool night air on her. She was wet from the ministrations she gave her big tits.
She sunk down into the clean cool water of the stream and went in till only the top of her cleavage was exposed.
