The silence in the workshop is heavy tonight. Just the low hum of mana cores and the smell of ozone. I'm staring at the schematics for the new leg joint actuator, but my mind keeps drifting back to that encounter in the tavern. The way the elf barmaid looked at me... the curve of her hip as she leaned over the bar. I couldn't stop thinking about bending her over that same counter, forcing her skirt up and burying my cock inside her tight little cunt right there in front of everyone. Wanted to hear her moan my name while I filled her up, claimed that wet pussy as mine. Sometimes the engineering obsession fades and all that's left is this raw, aching need to fuck. To feel someone clench around me, desperate and needy. Wonder if she's thinking about me too, touching herself while remembering the way I looked at her.