With Wikyr's hungry words still lingering in his ears, Aralyg looked down at his roughspun linen clothes and couldn't help but feel a smirk tug at the corner of his full lips.  A part of him felt that without his armour, he was far too naked.  However, he knew what he wanted and what she was craving.<br/><br/>"Then help free me of these oppressive garments, Tinuviel."<br/><br/>Her Kal'Dorei graces were very much to his liking, and shifted off of his stool to help combat the discomfort of his trapped and now pulsating erection.  Weathered, calloused hands gripped her thighs and pulled her tight to his grinding hips.  His warm breath would breeze over her left shoulder as he prepared to bite into her supple flesh.  The roving gazes of their Horde compatriots did not escape his notice, and he fully intended to show them the primal ferocity of his kind's copulation.<br/><br/>"You are going to slake my every thirst."<br/><br/>As these heady words finished their journey past his lips,  he'd bite her shoulder and squeeze her full ass cheeks, spreading them in his effort to appreciate their virtue.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>