Unwanted births were actually very rare among dark elves, though it wasn't so much due to low birthrates.  It was more due to... well... the methods used to prevent pregnancy.  Or rather... terminate them.  It wasn't uncommon for orgies to produce multiple offspring in one night, yet most, if not all, wouldn't survive long enough to even be recognized.  The very material they were so well known for could be diluted and mixed with a light dose of dried magma, among other secret mountain herbs.  It had a dreadful taste, and would leave the user in a very poor state, whether inducing vomiting, coughing up blood, or secreting one way or another.  After several hours, whatever was in the womb was cleaned away.  That was just one method, though few of them were pleasant to behold.<br/><br/>But Sares had little reason to fear pregnancy beyond her people, as it was impossible to conceive with other races.  As far as history noted, anyway.  So the fact that she could feel him get so hot for her in return didn't bother her at all.  "Do orc women take more than one of you at a time?" she asked, both seductively and curiously.  The wild dark elven orgies weren't exactly turn based... it was more of wherever there was a hole to fill, fill it.  But she wasn't interested in elaborating that at the current time.<br/><br/>Feeling his huge, powerful hands on her ass, the elven woman moaned out in delight.  "Ohh hhoo… you could probably turn me inside out and I wouldn't be able to do a thing about it..." she taunted, though she wasn't exactly against the thought of being used as a fucktoy as they called them.  Some species had some interesting ways of carrying out their celibacy.  Still, her smooth flesh hid a naturally potent strength, particularly in her lower areas.  Her legs were built to withstand falls of great magnitude, take a running start while building up momentum rapidly, and outrun a good portion of landwalking creatures.  Not quite as much as the forest cousins, but still, they were potent enough.<br/><br/>It wasn't until his fingers slipped up and his tongue lathered her dark neck in his thick saliva that she moaned more sharply into his ear, the breast strap she wore easily slipping off with a slight tug, even accidentally.  "OOuuuhnn… hrhrgn… I see you've found a... Hrngnnn… sensitive spot..."  Well, it was more sensitive to his powerful touch, that was for sure, as her small yet perky breasts put up a bit of a fight before kneading under his fingers.  "Hope you orcs aren't into foreplay... cause I'm ready to go..."  Indeed, impatience was a dark elven virtual in all aspects, to the point their bodies basically were the same way.