"...it already is." His hands made journey to her breast, with rough palms eagerly fumbled her aroused nipples. Then, his arms enveloped around her, picking high priestess' athletic body upwards while he continued to piston her folds with haste. His thrusts increased in speed, her smooth,  velvet skin bruising against his chest as his solid encirclement prisoned her. Sugigoth sinked his nose into her silver hair, moaning lowly while his lips whispered something in orcish, something what she could not understand.<br/><br/>This turned into wildest night of the Dalaran, clearly becoming Orc's special time. If he had any control at the beggining, it was all gone right now. He completely fallen for the game they played, being urged only by inner lusts. She could feel him tense whie inhaling and exhaling heavily.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>