'Schlk'! What followed was a completely wide eyed dusky femme, mouth agape as the huge and blunt digit sunk into the vessel; surging throughout her caverns and rushing over every ridge before the knuckle rested upon the swollen vulva. It didn't help that the hilt finger would wiggle and press against each side of her walls, causing those legs to shift and kick at the bed before she leaned up a bit more; watching the liberated behemoth enjoy the aroma rising from the fluids caked onto the digit. Before she could even remark her panties were all but a distant memory and the powerful arms coiled around each of her legs; she could feel some of the circulation being cut off but it didn't seem to matter after the male's face descended upon her. The foreign lengthy muscle began to lap and bash at the tiny pink nub peeking out of its hood, already she was feeling light headed from the assault of senses; it wasn't just the tongue making this amazing but the pure pent up lust being poured into her form from Quixl'mesh. Heat washing over her form as sweat began to settle and roll off of her body; glistening from the lighting within the wagon as loud moans and pants filled the space. Smacks of his lips and hot breath upon the warm swampy depths were far too much to bear, already her walls convulsed and pressure in her lower belly began to form before two squirts came from her with a shriek of ecstasy to follow; plastering onto the eager predator's cheeks and chest.<br/><br/>Dazed as the whole world went white, body twitching; the runes all over her body turning a dim green as that tongue trailed along the twitching stomach; most likely tasting the sweaty golden chains on his way up, the mounds of flesh following as the saliva contributed to the already messy breasts, the swan-like neck following with an assault from the long specimen which resulted in a silent mewl, finally their lips would mesh and that would be what sealed the deal with the panting warlock. Their kiss would be passionate, constant smacks of their joining echoing throughout the carriage, piercing rushing over the bottom lip as her upper would attempt to match his own only to be overlapped and pressed into the gaping maw which distributed the caster's own essence to her. Each of the delicate hands rose, one pressing onto his back and raking each nail along the shoulder blade as the other would deftly reach down to coil around the length now in access. It was rigid and didn't seem to be losing any of its mass; gods it was absolutely humongous. Already the smooth palm would encompass the draenei's pride, nails overlapping one another and the steel talon pointed upward to avoid any accidents. Each pump was enthusiastic but paid heed to the sensitivity one might have over so many years of depravity; thumb rushing over the crown and tantalizing the slit before lowering with an audible wet noise to the root of his gigantic length. All the while her tongue was completely overpowered, pinned into her inner cheek as she swallowed his saliva; speaking when she could while huffing.<br/><br/>"N-Never...hhaaaaa....If I can't mfff...walk...carry me..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>