But Phosphoria could not do anything but worry at that very moment. Her entire body was rigid and stiff as his swollen crown rubbed against her still sensitive clit. A moan escaped her gritted teeth, a sound that could be either from pleasure or wrong. Her bottomlip trembled as she tried to hold back the sounds that would betray her bodies arousal before the man who would not even blink about killing her. She was afraid, perhaps the most afraid as she had ever been in her life. Because all she got in this world, was her body, and if that was taken away what did she had to offer to be free? She wanted her freedom from the suffocating socialite orders of the Bloodelves, not ever belonging between the nobility of her family because of the 'mud' in her blood.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, it seemed like she had chosen poorly, as her hands shook and trembled when she raised them to seek comfort in standing against the bar. Her fingers digging into the old and salted wood that was long due to be replaced, she couldn't help, yet again, to moan of the feeling of his throbbing cock sliding alongside her folds.<br/><br/>She had been close to an orgasm, to the blissful feeling of being in heaven and hell at the same time. Blood was still pumping rapidly through the sensitive folds of her sex, making it all the more difficult to not jolt at the slightest movement of the big troll behind her. Her voice had left her, and she was too afraid to look him in the eye, instead focusing with a blurry gaze upon the half-emptied glass before her.<br/><br/>Then she jolted when his slab of meat touched a spot with which it was unable for her not to move, and as she held her breath she waited for her punishment.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>