The half-orc grinned. Dath's reaction was certainly one of the more tame ones she had experienced in her time. At least she hadn't screamed and immediately ran from the room, forgetting all about her armor and clothing. Not that Mal would've blamed her if she had. Discovering what looked and felt like a woman had, in fact, a full set of male genetalia was probably quite a shock for most. Of course, a good majority eventually calmed down enough to realize what exactly this meant and learned to enjoy the oddity. Of course, there were always those few who were so disgusted that they left and never came back. Oh, well. Their loss.<br/><br/>She chuckled, still scrubbing the elf's back even as her thick shaft ground through the cleft of her ass. "When did I get this?" she asked, finishing the elf's half-formulated sentence. "I was born with it. You see, I'm half human and things like this can happen when you mix the blood of two difference races from two completely different worlds. Why, I knew a male half-orc who had two... but that's a story for another time." Every time she leaned forward, the washcloth would slide all the way up to the elf's shoulders and her shaft would slide forwards. When she drew back, the cloth would run a different track back to her hips, that shaft traverse the same path all the way back until only the tip rested on her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>