<b>Watching the stars had been one of Allassiel's favorite activities since she could remember and, even now, it seemed to ease her mind. Unable to get the disturbing images of orcs out of her head, she swore quietly in her native tongue and turned on her back.  <br/>
Unable to sleep, she played through her head the various strategies they'd learned to combat the foul creatures. One thought stuck out in her head. Orcs did not care for fire. She'd have to remember to tell him in the morning.</b><br/><br/><b>As she tried to get comfortable once more, she heard someone walking down the hall. The footsteps faded away, only to return a short time later and pause nearby. <i>What does she want at this hour? </i>Allassiel thought as she climbed from the bed and headed to open the door. It wasn't Pegawen that she saw walking away, however, but Thorgan and she furrowed her brow as he walked away. <i>What is he doing here so late?</i></b><br/><br/><br/><b>Every sensation Lotharn awoke in her was new. Pegawen squirmed as he moved from one breast to the other, teasing her nipples with his tongue and lips, her pussy pulsing with the movement of his finger. As he moved down her body, the trail of kisses left goosebumps along her skin. “Hir vuin,” she whispered, raising her head to watch as he adjusted her legs, his breath cool against the heat pooling between them. Her eyes widened as he lowered his head, running his tongue along her folds and, her hands clutching the bedding beneath her body, she groaned at the new onslaught of sensations.</b>