'Tyrande' gasped as the orc suddenly took charge, and in an instant found herself pushed back on the bed, the orc's leather-bound body hovering over hers with her wrists held down. When she got over this moment of surprise, the 'night elf' woman began to purr in approval, staring at his face with a sly smirk and mischevious eyes that dared him, urged him on. Her long, long legs uncrossed and she spread her thighs just wide enough to place at the side of his own legs, brushing them lightly against him. He could feel how soft and smooth her lilac skin was on her wrists, and from her toned thighs. "Ohhh, would you now... so you -are- a man of action, orc....you have a good start, but how well do you think you can please a high priestess?" She cooed, with a taunting smirk.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>