Now things were getting a bit more intriguing and concerning all at the same time; primarily due to the fact that if this draenei wanted to he could seize her and pretty much make her starry eyed enough to do whatever he wished afterward, meaning if they got involved she'd need to make sure not to pass out although that was a bit difficult concerning who was involved. Already he began to prod at his prey, trailing along the indent upon the ebony lace which didn't leave much protection; the warlock could feel the large digit roll off to the side and press directly against the shrouded lips constantly and the flush of arousal upon her cheeks only grew darker as each leg twitched with anticipation. Luckily she wore black panties so it wasn't apparent that she was already fairly active, although now that the Quixl'mesh was actually touching her the hot fluid would cake onto the large digit's tip; musk filling the air like a fog as her perfume which smelled of violets and caramel meshed with the primal lust beginning to build within the spellcaster. More pressure was applied to that plump lower lip, although departing before they would cause any damage as her arms wobbled but soon enough were reinforced with her resolve. His face was so close now; and while he was scarred and battle-hardened the woman still found him absolutely handsome but perhaps that was due to his race being known as chiseled giants.<br/><br/>The mere thought of one so large being so gentle with  one of her own size only made things accumulate; if he somehow managed to fit in some kind of lover's touch among their joining later on in the night she might not make it without falling asleep, this didn't bode well. Throat seizing up for a moment, unable to say a thing until suddenly she felt a blunt and gigantic object press into her soaping depths which would clutch and meld into the shape of said invader. Spongy texture swallowing and holding it in place as her whole body jerked in response with a loud gasp, chains slapping against her stomach as she let a loud breath follow; silver threads trailing along her back and shoulders; taking her hood in each of her hands and peeling it away to reveal the top of the gorgeous mane. Reaching a hand down now to press upon the draenei's cheek, nails gently raking along the rough flesh as the silver talon would trail along his neck gently and idly scratch at his chin soon enough, hand departing to once more stabilize herself.<br/><br/>"You'll be using that monster of yours if you plan on doing this with me, I don't want any showing off of what you can do without it. I just want you to pour that lust; I've used the key to allow the beast void of any satisfaction to fulfill that primal urge burning within his loins."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>