Rah'kuma tosses her head back in pleasure as the Elf does her utmost to take in as much of her green slab of meat as she can in her hungry maw. She takes another swig of her drink before planting the empty tankard on the ciounter, motioning the Dwarf barkeep for a refill. She looks down at Namarie and what she is doing, the grip on her hair becoming a bit more firm as she slowly but surely begins to push the Elf's mouth towards her now fully erect member, challenging her to take a few more inches in her mouth.<br/><br/>Ragged moans would escape the Orc's plump lips at this point as she, with her free hand, quickly undoes the dainty straps on her chest, allowing her niipples, of a darker shade of green and already rock-hard a chance to breath. This action also comes with the thundering sound of her massive axe hitting the floor, but Rah'kuma is much too delighted by her new "best friend" to give a damn about that.<br/><br/>The Dwarf returns with a mug filled with ale, which the Orc rips from his hands, taking a few long gulps, a fair bit of it pouring down her mouth, past her breasts, and onto her other, more important weapon, giving the Elf a new taste to enjoy.<br/><br/>"Glad to know you Knife-Ears don't just dress like sluts for show. You Elves actually know what to do when you got a -real- cock in front of you." she says, a quick, low chuckle following soon after.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>