<b>Allassiel watched Thorgan depart, smiling as she headed up to her room. Once inside, she unbraided her long hair until it hung loose down her back. After grabbing a brush, she stepped onto the balcony and began to brush it, the pale golden strands swinging lightly against the tops of her thighs. Humming to herself, she watched the clouds drift across the night sky, enjoying the warm air and the scent of flowers that drifted past on a light breeze. <i>I'll miss this place when we leave, </i>she thought. She knew, though, that time was vital if they were going to recover the other stones. <br/>
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The thought of the stones brought back to mind what Thorgan had said about the orcs, eliciting a long sigh from Allassiel. Had the elves not been tormented enough by the existence of the foul creatures. More so, for some having once been elf themselves. And now, in this strange new land, they threatened once more. Perhaps, once the stones were recovered, she would go with Thorgan to his home, not just to learn about their wondrous weaponsmithing techniques, but to help him defend his people from the threat she knew all too well. She leaned against the railing and considered the possibilities.</b><br/><br/><br/><b>Her smile widened at his words and she returned his kiss, adding one of her own as she continued to trace the hard lines of his body, arching into his hand as he squeezed each breast in turn. The sensations she felt were like nothing she had experienced before. It was as though the heat of his hand traveled from her nipples down her body to its very core. Letting out a soft moan, she leaned in for another kiss as her hand trailed across his stomach, her slender wrist bumping against the tip of his cock as she eagerly explored. </b>