...is senses, and he succumbed.
With a practiced touch, his tongue found her. Orcflesh was coarse, but supple, and while she may not have tasted like the honeydew his lifemate was, the spell upon him and he could not turn back. A flick here, a long, light stoke there, and she was soon breathing heavily and gasping with every touch. Her hands held tight to the railing and her back arched as she screamed out.
The guards ran in and instead of seeing the elf trying to kill her, they watched as Luthiv thrashed, gasping and shrieking her way through an intense orgasm. Minhane's eyes were tightly shut, fearing her wracking motions would cause her to accidentally kill him.
She almost passed out there, and if not for the sudden breeze that passed thru the tent, she would never have guessed that anyone had come in. Her eyes rolled in her head, and as she turned and vaguely recognized the guards, she snarled out a curse Minhane did not know. The guards nearly tripped over each other trying to leave the tent.
Luthiv took a few deep breaths and regained her senses. She picked herself up and moved down his body a bit. On her hands and knees, her blood red eyes looked into his pale blues, and still somewhat breathless she said this: "You.. Elf.. I shall keep you forever.."
"I look back on my captivity with mixed emotions...
Yes, she was Orc, she sho...