<b>Allassiel listened to Thorgan ramble, until she heard him mention Pegawen. Narrowing her eyes, she stared down the hallway. <i>I'll have to speak to her … and soon, </i>she thought. If she was doing what Thorgan had implied … <i>She's been around humans too much. </i>Elves didn't take intimacy lightly, and only ever with their mate. <br/>
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Shaking her head, she watched as Thorgan started to leave. “Elves require little rest,” she stated. “We sleep most only when healing is needed. I was thinking on the problem of your people with orcs. Stay, I will get clothes and walk with you.” With that, she shut the door and headed towards her bed. She started to reach for the dress, then shook her head and selecting her own travel armour instead. She made quick work of pulling on the trousers and tunic, the gold leafed pattern of her people subtly embossed in the lightly stained leathers. After sliding on her boots, she scooped up her own handcrafted daggers, attaching them to her waist. <br/>
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She rejoined Thorgan, clearly more comfortable than she'd been in the dress earlier. “We will walk to your palace.”</b><br/><br/><br/><b>Having no experience with sex, her betrothed having died before they were to wed, Pegawen was stunned by the feelings that Lotharn was awakening in her. To her, it felt much like the energy that coursed through her body when she performed her magic – only this was much stronger. <br/>
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He stopped, and she let out a mewl of protest, wanting more. But when he covered her body with his, the large tip probing her opening, her protest turned to anticipation. Heavy-lidded, she gazed into his eyes as he thrust forward, the pressure of her stretching to take him into her causing her a mixture of discomfort and pleasure. Reaching up, she grabbed his shoulders and clung to him while her pussy adjusted to his thickness.</b>