The troll smirked softly as he noticed how the woman Ophedia was rather keen on pleasing the troll with those lips and tongue. He relaxed in his seat. The right hand resting in her hair once more to keep her under the influence she was his little dear toy.  A small trick of illusion to inform the being that he was in sort of control over her senses, acts. He looked away from her hungry eyes while the cock throbbed. His eyes tracing the said male elf.<br/><br/>The male elf questioning about fel got the troll to think before uttering simple words, " Fel? " he asked curiously. Knowing he had heard about it before. But he couldn't simply place the word. His mind drifted away in the river of thoughts as he tried to figure out where he had heard it. Forgetting all about the sloppy licking along his ball sack. The manhood did throb still but the succubus could probably tell that he wasn't getting closer or farther away from ejaculating. He was at standstill. Simply not paying her attention cause the troll had hung himself up on the word Fel.<br/><br/>The troll then looked toward the elven male once more to see him go down and aim to press his face between her buttocks and lips by the looks of it as he laughed, " Da elfy know his position at least, on da knees servin. ", he grinned simply. To him it looked like the woman of red beauty was dominant toward him while he was dominant in the aspect toward the succubus. None the less he didn't point anything out on the point.<br/><br/>His eyes instead turned to look toward the wet, drenched balls of saliva. Giving out an approval in form of a growl. The troll looked toward the succubus, watching her steadily, " Ya know wat dis fel be? ", he asked wondering. Seemingly still hung up on the word.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>