She got no response with her jibe aside from a tightening of his jaw. It seemed her seduction technique was a combination of suggestive positions coupled with insults. The latter didn't impress him but he couldn't help watching her lithe form move around the fire on all fours. Her outfit seemed so impractical for someone susceptible to the cold but from what he knew about dark elves, it was in keeping with their traditions as people with overactive libidos. It seemed when they had any free time, it was spent in bed... or wherever they happened to find companionship. Oddly enough, their peoples weren't all that different. Although while dark elves engaged in sexual socializing for religious purposes, orcs did so because of their value of family. It was made even more valuable by the fact that orcs had low birth rates. Females sought out males whose seed had born children before. Virility was prized and rewarded.<br/><br/>"You would have been popular among my warband," Kogan replied as she spoke of an orgy. It was common for orcish females to increase their chances of conception by having sex in groups. It became unclear who the father was but genealogy was recorded through the mother so that didn't much matter. The males certainly appreciated a randy orc female looking to spend some time with a group of them.<br/><br/>He watched the mushroom disappear between her lips, reminding him of the head of a large cock sliding into her hot mouth. The image entertained him as she sat atop his lap, her rump resting squarely atop a rather sizable bulge. He was quite hard after her little display and the rigid meat pressed into the cleft of her ass through his trousers, begging to be freed and played with.<br/><br/>It was quite the scene, the two of them huddled against the storm in the small hut, a fire crackling a few feet away, their bodies warm against one another. A pair of strong hands squeezed the elf's backside, so large he could have held her by the waist and had his fingers meet. And yet, he could feel the physical power in her chorded, lean body. Yellow eyes stared into hers and he could see the effects of the mushroom as her pupils dilated. The air around them seemed charged, like a shimmering kaleidoscope of warm colors from the flickering flames.<br/><br/>And to think, not long ago, his hound had her by the throat. He could see where the teeth had made impressions in the dark skin of her neck, stooping his head, his tongue emerging from between her tusks to lick the abraded area soothingly. One hand left her ass, calloused fingers moving up her hip, along her side, up her front, displacing the strap over her breasts to eagerly grope one of the small orbs.