“What is it with you elves and my breasts?” Her hand reached over her shoulder and she tugged his ear.

“They’re… different from what I usually… observe.” His breaths left a tender sheen on her neck and shoulders. “Were they this big when you were human?”

“That’s the most honest answer I’ve gotten.” Lucretia chuckled before putting her hands over his and squeezing with him. “And yes, they’ve always been big. Want to try fucking them?”

He made a cute thrust against her rear as he straightened, painting a trail of heat. “That’s a thing?!”

“Oh, yes. There’s a perfect hole right… here.” One of her arms brought her breasts together while the other dipped his hands into the resulting cleavage. “Feel how tight it is? And remember how soft and heavy they felt against your hands and face?”

His body shivered as his fingers explored the cleft. Perhaps he passed by a few shapely humans during his days in Mednessa and fantasized over them in his private moments.