Rolled a 35.

The twang of a shortbow was muted slightly.
The barn the pair occupied was empty, save for a fresh load of hay, The entire floor was barren of cover save for the four thin posts that held up the building's upper loft. Nothing but a dirt floor covered in a layer of hay, but you'd be amazed how well it eats sound, turning everything a tad more silent.
Shortly following the aforementioned bowstring's twang, came a thud. Another arrow had lodged itself in a post of the barn, much to the dismay of the leather-clad heroine who fired it. She wasn't aiming at the post, rather the shoulders that could barely be seen on either side of it.
"Am I really worth all this effort?" came a male voice from behind the insufficient cover. "I mean, I didn't even know I had a bounty. It CAN'T be that high."
The female across the barn allowed herself a grin. It did not stem from her prey's quip. Rather, she was thinking of the rather massive bounty that was on him. "You'd be surprised how quickly a noble will put up a bounty when you swipe a jewel the size of a fist." She knocked another arrow.
"What? He didn't even look at it more than once a month! It was just wasting away inside that case."
"You mean that safe?" She pulled back on the bowstring.
An arm brandishing a middle finger left the cover of the pillar. "Fuck the details. He wasn't using it anyway." The thief quickly pulled his arm back behind cover as an arrow whizzed by the spot his arm was occupying a moment ago.

"Oi!" He exclaimed, "Watch it! How do you even know I'm the right guy?"
"Oh, you don't need to worry about that," she was smugly knocking another arrow; there was no where for him to run anymore. "I had to track you down too carefully to mess up. I followed your trail right back to your 'buddy' Larth. He told me all about you, Eirn." She barely notice the shoulders perk up as he listened. "Long brown hair, that stupid scruffy looking beard, your cocky attitude, even down to the scar on your forearm. He was just too happy to help when I mentioned my favorite ways to make people talk."
"Well," came the reply, "I'll be sure to tell him you said 'Hello" next time I see him and break his nose. Uh, break it again." Eirn had his small hand-crossbow ready now. He was sure he would get out of this mess. He made a living of getting out of messes, often times with someone else's stuff, to boot.
"You won't be seeing him unless I have to bring him in for a reward, too. That or the Dungeon start a visiting day policy," she was just toying with him now, just as sure of victory as he was. "Besides, don't you know it's impolite to leave a lady?" She let another arrow go, hoping to hit that thin sliver of shoulder that was showing.

Another thud quickly faded into silence in the barn. Eirn made his move.
He swung around as fast as he could and let loose at the first figure he saw, the very tan blonde in leather armor that was currently knocking another arrow.
The crossbow's bolt missed by a mere half a foot, but it still surprised her enough to roll to her side, coming out in a kneeling stance and firing her own weapon in return. Eirn pulled his head back just in time. The arrow barely missed him and actually took of a few strands of hair.
He went to reload once more, while the huntress dropped her bow and unsheathed the short sword at her hip, opting to charge at him instead. Eirn was quicker, though, and aimed his weapon at her head, arm outstretched.
She dived, aiming for his legs to keep him from running, sword cutting through the air as her feet left the ground.
In response, he jumped as well, trying to avoid the blade. Neither really succeeded. Her weapon did not connect, but her shoulder caught his foot and he fell face-first towards the ground, stopping himself with one outstretched arm as the other hit the post he used as cover. His crossbow misfired aimlessly at the wall.

The huntress, on the other hand, was still armed. She rolled across the floor, still in the hay and took a downward swing at his shoulder. She could have gone for a killing blow, but he was needed alive.
Just when she thought she would finally hit the bastard, though, he improvised and caught it using his wooden hand-crossbow, the blade biting in to the wood and lodging there. He tossed both his weapon and, by extension, hers across the room. She still had the upperhand though, being on top of him, and reached to her belt, where her manacles were waiting.
Before Eirn knew what happened, his right wrist was encased in cold iron, connected by rope to the other manacle that was going for his left.
With a grunt, he pushed her off of him a few inches and let her drop, knocking the wind out of her and giving him time to grab her left arm and close the manacle around it.
Then, they stopped for a moment, both unarmed and unsure of what to do next if they wanted to get out of this alive.

The thief was was quicker of wit, and so he pulled his right arm down and push his left up, flipping the situation. Now he was on top! He attempted to stand up; from there he could reach the knife he kept hidden in his boot.
The blonde huntress would not allow it, though. She locked her legs around the man's hips and pulled him back down onto her, now pulling her own manacled arm to flip the arrangement around again. Now she was once again on top, with fire in her eyes and straw in her hair.
She started to use her left arm to wrap the rope cord between their wrists around his neck. Once again, Eirn was too fast. She only managed to hook it around the back of his neck before he had in turn done the same to her. The slack rope was now taught, keeping the pair pinned close together and locked that way.
Eirn now got his first good look at his assailant, his face being mere inches from hers. She was what appeared to he a half-elf of age 17 or so, though she was likely at least 25 due to the slowness of half-elven aging. Her hair was a dark blonde, almost brown, which was pulled back into a bun at the moment. Her eyes were a brilliant blue, and her lips were full, but not quite pouty. A thin layer of moisture coated her due to her exertions and the heat of the summer, making her skin almost glisten.
It was around this time he also noted that she had what felt like a C cup pressing into his chest through the skin-tight leather outfit she wore. What was worse, her legs were still hooked around his wait, pressing her crotch firmly against his own.
He cursed nature's whims in his head, 'I need my blood for other things right now!'

He quickly tried to remedy this situation by pushing off with his left arm, flipping the pair once more. In a twist of irony, they were both rolling in the hay, as though a sign of things to come.
Now she was on bottom, looking up at him. His long hair fell across her face making the dim light that filtered in through the dark dance across his facial features. She had been following him, but had never gotten this close of a look for obvious reasons. 
Only now did she see his set brow and deep brown eyes from underneath his similarly colored locks. His 'stupid, scruffy looking beard' hid a distinguished mouth and jawline. She felt his chest heave and roll with the effort of the tussle, and for the first time noticed how strong he was. The light fabrics he often wore didn't prepare her for the feel of the defined muscles that nearly surrounded her now. Down lower she felt something else. Something poking at her between her legs. Something big.
Her eyes widened and she couldn't help but blush a bit.

"You pig!" she wanted to slap him, but that would get her nowhere and leave her open. She threw her weight to her right as she pushed with her arm. They tumbled around and switched places.
"Hey," Eirn panted after finding himself on the bottom once more, "you jumped on top of me!" He tried to push her off with his legs, but she just squeezed harder with her own, pushing their intimates forcefully together. The huntress blushed a bit more.
He took advantage of her loss of focus and used both his arms to throw his full weight around, putting himself back on top. The manacles' rope tightened once again, and the two were now pressing foreheads together.
The half-elf was panting as well now, breathing in both through her nose and mouth. Each breath made her take in more of the smell. Her elven acute senses came into play as she smelled his sweat rolling off of him. Fresh sweat, laden with pheromones and testosterone, filling her head with a fog.
She made one last attempt to turn the tide in her favor with her free arm, but Eirn was faster once again. He finally caught her wrist and pinned it against the ground.
The pair lay there, just breathing heavily for a while. He could feel every breath push her chest into his own, forcing his mind onto her breasts. She could feel his every heartbeat.
In his forehead.
In his arms.
From his heart.
And from his hard-on roughly shoved up against her mound.

God, it had been so long since she had last got been with anyone.  That had been almost a year ago, and it was just to get her closer to her bounty at the time. Her target was a pale human that had a thing for elves. He had simply mounted her, finished himself off, and went to sleep, waking up to being in chains. There was no emotion, no heat, and it was all planned.
Now, with this outlaw on top of her, her blood was flowing, nothing was going according to plan, and, by the gods, did the smell of fresh sweat, the smell of muscles working and of struggle turn her on. She softly bit into her lower lip as she squeezed him against herself with her legs.
Eirn could feel he pull him down onto her. His erection was pushing right against her vagina. All that separated them were light cloth summer breeches, and leather pants.
He saw her bite into her lower lip, which glistened with moisture.
Her lips looked delicious.

He couldn't help himself. He was only inches away anyway. He stuck his tongue out to taste her salty-sweet lip. From there on out, all barriers were dropped.  All bets were off.
The half-elf moaned. She had never been teased like this before. They had been rolling around for almost five minutes, grinding into each other the whole time. Now he could stand to just lick at her lip? Well she couldn't stand it. She wanted it. She needed it.
Eirn's tongue was still out of his mouth, savoring the taste of her lip. She puckered her lips and started sucking on it, first just the tip, it being all she could reach, but as she sucked on it he relaxed more and eased more of it out of his mouth. She nearly swallowed it, sucking on every bit she sould get for all she was worth. She closed her eyes and savored it as she got more and more to play with. 
When she felt teeth brush up against her upper lip, she opened her eyes and looked up at the man she was going to fuck senseless. Their eyes met and they both knew that had the same idea.

In less that a heartbeat they were at each others' mouths. Sucking, licking, playing with everything they could. It was less of a kiss and more of an attack, each side just fighting to control as much of the other's mouth as they could.
The huntress pulled the prey into her as hard as she could with her legs, and he in turn responded with grinding and thrusting his hips into hers. She could feel him press right against her most sensitive parts, almost every stroke running into her clit.
He pulled his head back from their embrace for a moment to regain his composure, and to catch his breath. He looked down to she her eyes begging for more, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as her eyes lost focus for a while.
He drew close once more, to the sound of her quickened gasps, only to deny her of her oral fixation. He ran his tongue from her top lip, across her cheek, and up her face to her ear. He heard her breaths come in short spurts as he licked up and down her elongated elf-ears, before he started nibbling on her earlobe.

Her back arched! She could almost cum right now...but no. She wanted him inside her more than anything. She HAD to have him.
Her manacled wrist grabbed a tuft of his hair and turned his ear towards her mouth.
"Please!" the voice she used was so alien compared to before. From confidence and control to wanton desire and animal needs. "Please!" the word caught in her throat. She moaned, "Uuhhnn! Please just fuck me! I can't take it! Fuck me and fuck me and fuck me 'till I'm raw!"
"I couldn't stop myself if I tried," he said from in between mouthfulls of her ear.

She reluctantly uncrossed her legs and unentwined their cuffs to allow him to get up. Eirn fumbled with her belt buckle but for a fraction of a second before nearly tearing it off and sliding her leather leggings down. He stared at her bare snatch for a while, admiring it. She was shaved and perfectly smooth, likely due to her leather outfit, her clitoris was standing at full attention just above the lips that curved back in to her, giving her pussy the look of someone that truly was a virgin. Elven Longevity at its finest!
When she was naked from the waist down, showing off her toned legs and butt, he laid back down on top of her, which confused the girl for a moment, before he lifted her up and carried her over to a wall of the barn, pushing her back into it. She instinctively locked her legs around him once again as he pulled his own pants down, though only enough to free his member.
He rubbed the whole length across her slit a few time to moisten it, which was effortless. The girl was SOAKED down below.
She couldn't see it from the angle she was at, but she could feel it. It had to be at least 8 inches long, a respectable length, but what set her off was it's girth. If she was feeling what she thought, then she would never be able to wrap her hand around it.
Elven woman are naturally lithe and skinny, so any girth would do, but this thing might rip her in half. Either that or make her cum for hours.
'Oh God! I hope it's the second one!'

He took his time lining it up. He wanted to tease her more. She was so beautiful when she begged for it. He held it there for a full ten seconds before she looked at him with eyes that screamed 'Fuck me.' But he was going to take his time, he pushed at her opening, but not hard enough to enter. He was going to milk this for all it was worth.
Eirn leaned towards her again and licked up her cheek to the ear that he wasn't able to nibble on before, focusing solely on the earlobe, driving her wild. The sounds that came out of her mouth were less of words and more of animal calls, as she melted between him and the wall, her hips bucking but unable to drive him into her.
He pulled his head back to look at her face. She was drooling, her tongue dripping saliva onto her leather top as it hung out of her mouth and over her trembling lips.
He smiled, "I want to hear you beg again."
She almost looked ready to cry at the thought of not having that cock in her. "No!" she nearly screamed and uncrossed her legs, falling down and actively impaling herself on his dick, down to the hilt.
The sensation was beyond pleasure. The anticipation mixed with the suddenness and the light pain culminated in her first orgasm of the day. Her muscles clamped down on the entirety of him, as her fingernails dug into his back. Her soft eyes watered as the crossed, convulsing in the strong arms of Eirn.

Eirn nearly lost his footing as his nethers were gripped by his huntress for the first time, the sensation overwhelming.  He didn't thrust, merely letting the feel of the orgasmic shocks milk him.
Finally, she stopped squeezing and looked up from the teeth-marks she left on his shoulder.  Eirn looked back at her to see her tongue hanging out of her mouth, dripping unabated with saliva.  He extended his own and drew a line up from her base of her tongue.  Before he could draw away, she was on him again, tasting and licking.  He kissed back, alternating sucking on her tongue and her lips.
A devious thought then crept into his mind.  While she was distracted, he braced his back and legs.  Without warning, he withdrew all but the tip of his member from her and slammed it back inside.
She drew away at once, throwing her head back and screaming, "YES!"  As he pulled out once more, her chin came to rest on his shoulder.

Eirn kept up a slow pace, rocking back and forth into her.  He was too exhausted from the struggle to give her a proper fucking, and so took it slow, always drawing almost completely out before forcing himself back into the small woman.  Each thrust brought forth a moan from the head on his shoulder.
For a few minutes, they stayed like this.  She lay limp upon him, savoring the feeling, while he took it slow as sweat began to drip off of him once more.
After one thrust, like all the previous, she gave a much longer moan.  She was close and they both could feel it.  She resumed her biting into his shoulder's flesh, bringing her head down, and, unknown to her, bringing her ears up into Eirns view.
They looked so tasty every time he saw them.

Without wasting a single breath, he drew his mouth back into a snarl and bit down on the ear.  No longer was it tender licks and soft kisses.  He nibbled on them, feeling the soft skin give way a bit under his teeth.
It was too much for the Huntress.  She bit back into him, nails digging in as well as a second orgasm surged through her.
Her insides tightened around him once more, bringing him to the edge.  He could not last much longer, so he would give her one last surprise.
The rogue pulled out once more, before thrusting with a force and speed not felt until now.  Her eyes, shut with the waves of pleasure having their way with her body, shot open.  He was thrusting his entire self into her like a piston.
She clamped down on him harder as another, smaller orgasm ripped through her.  She brought her mouth off his shoulder to shriek.

Thrusting like an animal, Eirn drove his canines into her ear.
She begged him to stop while her legs kept drawing him in, keeping time with his relentless pace.  She shuddered a final orgasm overcame her, and it was too much.
He shoved himself into her as far as he could go.  Then, he shoved harder still, forcing her hips to give way to let him cum deep inside her.  He released her ear to breathe, panting coming from his mouth, the warm air dancing on the back of her neck.
Then, as abruptly as it began, it was over.  She went limp in his arms as her mind went blank, fucked too vigorously to remain conscious.
His legs, too tired to hold the pair up much longer, wobbled themselves to a pile of hay.
With a thump, he dropped his back into it, and was fast asleep, penis still softening in her flooded sex.