"Contemptable human," a rosy warmth brightened beneath Cordelia's chocolate cheeks, "why must I forever capitulate to your request?" the curvaceous dark elf's question was entirely rhetorical; she loved showing off.

"You ripped the back of your one-piece the last time we were at the beach; too many ice cream cones." Cordelia's ass was an obstruction, its shadow blowing the rays o' so vital to my suntan, though I couldn't say that the view was too displeasing. Even if Cordelia wasn't particularly well-chested, she possessed a that derriere that demanded dedication. In all honesty, I'd picked out today's outfit with her enormous asset in mind; the pearly bands of Cordelia's bikini-bottom engulfed by her tawny tushy.

In spite of her snobbery, the haughty dark elf had agreed to take our bizarre love affair out of the office. What had begun as a sugary sex-romp fueled by Cordelia's crippling addiction to artificially flavored sweets had blossomed into something a bit more wholesome; barely.

Saltwater licked at her dainty feet, the tide softly lapping against the sand and eliciting a cute yelp from Cordelia with every splash, "Icy! Icy! Why do you torture me so by insisting that we spend our days at the accursed beach! Why can't you worship my superior shape in the sequestration of my home?"

I sat upright upon my beach towel, elbows digging into the sand, "Icy? The water is only 'cold' because you're too scared to get wet, brat." It was all lighthearted fun, our little tit-for-tat verbal jousting, but Cordelia knew better than to let me see any fear or doubt cross her face. She'd been raised as nobility, after all, and wasn't going to stoop to such base behavior as admitting weakness.

"Oh, how dare you!" Her voice trembled slightly as she blushed, "I am not afraid of anything! Such gall, such self-righteous indignation. How could a human like you, a fraction of my age and –"

"Stop, Delia. Relax, come here and tan with me." My tone was calm yet stern, deflating the ivory-haired vixen's brave façade," If you're good, I'll buy you a funnel cake; I saw a stand not too far from here."

Her eyes widened, then narrowed as she chewed on her lower lip, "Is this a jape? You would purchase a funnel cake for me? A platter of deep-fried heaven, snow-capped with a powdered sugar so fine that it clings to the fingers? 'That' funnel cake?"

I caught a glint of bewilderment in Cordelia's crimson orbs, face flushed with passion and hunger.

"Yes." I nodded slowly, knowing that I'd already won. "It's what you've been craving since lunch, isn't it?"

Cordelia whimpered as she looked down at her hands, cupping her breasts through the fabric of her bikini top, "You're so adorably cruel, human. Tempting me with such sugary confections, eroding my better judgement, but suppose I just need to feel a little dirty, you understand? To have someone who knows exactly how much I crave those sugary morsels, to watch them melt away as they slide between my lips..." A bundle of silky hair hung over Cordelia's left eye, half obscuring her face with a sultry shroud.