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<blockquote class="quoteContainer"><div class="quote">In an instant her confident smirk was wiped away by a whimpering moan as soon Zakizi went on the offensive with her fingers, her breaths became more rapid and louder after the insertion.  A wild grin fell on her lips as if her composure was finally starting to give away, giving the mixed puddles of their fluids around them a quick look. "You're already getting into this very well my dear..I-" Shaky moans would silence whatever she was going to say when she felt her insides being thrust upon over and over.<br/>
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After adjusting to the thrusting she'd look for the seer's voluptuous bosom again, smirking as she licked her lips and brought up both her hands to fondle the two leaking mounds. "Alright my queen.. Here's to those who don't know what they are missing out on. Just.. Give me a moment of respite and I.." Her words slipped when trying to catch her breath from her contained arousal. "I will work my magic and give you something to ride away your itch." That said she'd dig in again with her mouth to drain from both breasts after bringing them together with her hands and assault her swollen nipples once more with tounge and teeth.</div><div class="quoteExpand quoteCut">Click to expand...</div></blockquote>
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</div><i>Watching ever more closely at each of the elf's change in reaction, every wince of sensitive grace, each twitch and shudder of pleasure from a stroke or flick that seemed to hit the right spot. The sight of her bravado falling to indulgence of this treatment was enough to grant Zakizi a euphoric high, an edge over Xarin for a moment. Her fingers inside her slid in a little deeper, before slowly drawing them out to help make a puddle of their own.</i><br/><br/><span style="color: #bfbfbf">"Ya want respite? Ya callin' me ya queen? Den do as ya queen commands, and do it while ah reward ya for ya service to me".</span><i>Her fingers would plunge in to the knuckle, swiftly to catch her off guard, hoping her nursing would pick up, teasing, biting and drinking as rough as she'd like. She might even get vengeful when Zakizi was mounted up. A troll could hope.<br/>
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The elf's suckling at present already drawing milk at a steady pace, the troll disregarding her pendant starting to struggle, the gemstone inside starting to darken.</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>