<i>Yeah, this was how the crocolisk felt…and I have about the same odds as that poor beast did too</i>, the blood elf groaned both physically and mentally. As much as it was possible, she was fucking him rather than the other way around, the concept leaving a sour taste in Varres’ mind after all the work he had put into getting on top. It was like leaping atop a wild mare and having her run across the countryside oblivious to all attempts to steer her.<br/><br/>It all came down to another nugget of wisdom his father had passed down to him; know when you’re beat. There was a tale about a beggar who got it into his head that a forest spirit had buried a great treasure under a boulder and spent night and day trying to move it, failing to even eat or sleep, until he died. That was all Varres could remember at the moment, and the story didn’t make much sense, but the message was clear; don’t pursue lofty, impossible goals at the expense of smaller, achievable ones…or something to that effect.<br/><br/>“ Fine, “ the rogue hissed out between clenched teeth.  Shifting his focus down to Haruna’s jostling bosom Varres thrust and pushed, intent instead on cumming inside her, letting the warm, rough sensuality of their violent coupling fill his mind and his senses.<br/><br/>It was really as simple as that.<br/><br/>Varres’ shout as he came emptied his lungs until his breath came out as a rasp, the muscles and tendons along his chest and arms tight like drawn bowstrings. Mind and body locked in a rictus of pleasure the blood elf remained stock-still while the orcess writhed and squealed beneath him, a chorus of wet, tawdry sounds rising up from where their bodies joined in violent congress.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>