As Molakatar finally recovered he felt her warmth again leave his lap. While he did come here to enjoy all the tavern had to offer, he had to admit this one woman could keep him occupied and he had a feeling that he could keep going when she was finished with her next partner. Even the thought of her tight wet folds sent a shiver of delight and pleasure down his spine. Their juices still dampening his lap as some of his seed spilled out of her.<br/><br/>For a moment it didnt register that someone else was wanting a turn, the Forsaken hidden from his sight. But after a moment he saw her lustful gaze drift over to a rather large forsaken, though he was shorter then Molakatar was he was above average for one of his kind and surprisingly well preserved. His attention was snapped back suddenly as he felt her tongue slide over and around his member, cleaning off their combined love juices. Even those movements cause his member to pulse again.<br/><br/>He leaned down a bit an spoke low for only them two to hear before the man walked up. "Just remember I still want some of that later, and we both get to play with a random woman." He grinned playfully and leaned back as she worked on keeping him hard. He watched the Forsaken for a moment, curious as to how his spell worked. Fighting alongside mages and priests he could recognize spellcraft...not understand it sure, but recognize it all the same.<br/><br/>He glanced at the two Night Elves and wondered if he should join in. Though the male might be offput by Molakatar, it would be interesting to spit her between the two of them. He also kept an eye open for any woman that was alone and looking...hungry.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>