Jack grunted and then groaned in pleasure as he could feel Lydia wrapping around his length. She felt so wet...so warm...so...tight! And all through out this endeavor, he could only think about how she sounds like a delicate flower...one a man should be gentle with, but yet he could hear the buried desire for something a bit rougher. And he was going to give it to her rougher...but first, she would have to get use to him being inside her before that could happen.<br/><br/>Sure, he had given her some glances...some gentle, some curious, some protective, some concerning...and even some, lovingly. Though, that last one may have been hard for her to see, knowing the fact that she was moaning and screaming to high heaven even though he hadn't start moving yet. But, he wasn't complaining...it was telling him that she was inexperienced in this, and that he was doing a damn good job in driving her crazy in bed. She is certainly softer and more sensitive than most women Jack had taken in the past.<br/><br/>When he was about halfway in, he had let her get use to his length and girth before wiggling his hips, squirming his member inside of her to cause some friction and stimulation. And then, when it was enough, he had some lubrication all around his cock from Lydia's cunt and then moved in some more till he was hilted all the way inside. He could feel he tip of his cock pressing against the entrance to her womb.<br/><br/>Fearing he may have went too far, he leaned down till he was laying on top of the bartender, his chest smashing her breasts into her own chest, and looked deeply into one of her eyes with his own one. He softly brushed his lips against Lydia's for a few spare moments before raising his head again,"Hey...You alright?"<br/><br/>**************************************<br/><br/>Elizabeth, despite what had happened to her, was deep asleep...and she had a habit of being a real heavy sleeper. And by real heavy sleeper...it was unimaginable. Sure, she could wake up if the disturbance is great...but that was at least what it would take.<br/><br/>If anything that could of caused this heavy sleeping, would have been the Night Elf pressing against her form...the soft feel of her body, the presence of the warmth, and the greatest aroma of nature itself was what drove the Worgen into being out of commission, or just plain knocked-out. One would think it would be impossible to wake her up...<br/><br/>When the kick came her way, she only yelped once and looked like she was looking around to find out where the kicking was once she rolled away a couple of times. But her eyes looked like they weren't really open. And it wasn't long before she slumped down again and was snoozing. She couldn't even hear the demanding voice of the female Troll, whom she still never got a name from.<br/><br/>But, that was when the commanding hand came to the back of her head and stirred up awake again. She was confused for a moment and then that confusion turned into a yelp when she was hauled up suddenly and placed somewhere else, she wasn't paying attention. She was snarling and squirming to get free, trying to ask the Troll what was wrong with her when...<br/><br/>She tasted it...something dropped into her mouth. It tasted...sweet...and it felt like a liquid. She looked up and found the unexpected...It was Tellara's sex...and it was dripping onto her from the Troll's actions...<br/><br/>She found that she couldn't move in shock as it kept progressing right above her....<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>