The fulsome mongrel looming above her owned a middle-leg that complemented his horizon-blotting dimensions; as her gentle fingers began a sensory mapping of this tool, she learned that it bore many resemblances to a regular human cock, albeit with skewed proportions. As her fingertips traced down towards his base, however, the indication of a sheath was found, again reminding her that she was at the mercy of a half-beast.<br/>It was warm – terribly warm – and tipped by an outstanding amount of pre-cum, smearing across the bridge of her upper tongue as he sank deeper; a brief, impressive flash foretold that she should get prepared to get messy, the aforementioned picture manifesting as a womans terrified face concealed by a thick, sticky and all-encompassing white drape of his man-juices.<br/><br/>Her demonic compatriot heard the mental approval and inquisitive surprise when her gentle tendrils coyly wrapped around his weighty nuts, complemented by a rich, deep, shuddering animal gnarr puttering forth from his barrel-chest as she began her dextrous massage. She and her draenei consort also shared the pleasure of a tingling shiver down his mighty spine, his brain freely sharing each sensation uninhibited.<br/><br/>His growl intensified as her wonderful orbs squeezed tightly around his shaft, rewarding her with an instinctual splurt of more of his pre: the salty taste of him spread swiftly along her tastebuds – his hand tugged harder around her hair, his idle way of voicing approval of her actions.<br/><br/>Redundantly, he snarled:<br/><br/><i><span style="color: DarkRed"><b>“Ooooooh aye, k-keep t-that up an’ yer’ll have yer’ just reward-..”</b></span></i><br/><br/>His hips took a life of their own, gently shoving his mighty pecker back and forth in between the pillows of sinful flesh. Her oral skills was whipping up a sexual frenzy in her prey, and each perverted shove into her mouth awarded her with more salty fluids, mixing with her slobbery mouth-water.<br/><br/>The muddled mind-scape of the surrounding guests was hard to make sense of, but Xira could with confidence report that their joint witchcraft was working as intended! By now, all pretences of violence was gone (well, excepting the sexual kind!), most idly transfixed with the lurid situation occurring in front of them.<br/><br/>However, one of Drusul’s more impertinent lieutenants – “McMorry” was his nickname and self-identifying honorific – classically went a step further than his comrades, braving to invade the private space of dear Drusul and the enthusiastic Ruhzelil to inspect a bit closer.<br/>He was a gambler in that regard; Xira – if she bothered to cognitively appreciate the information she got – ascertained that Drusul held this man above the rest, simply because of his brash and presumptuous demeanour; the feeling was mutual, thus feeding her the insight that if she got on the good side of one, she’d probably look favourable in the eyes of the other.<br/><br/>The gamble paid off this time! Drusul was too pleased by her work so far to get irritated by his encroaching, a large hand grabbing the back of the black-bearded, sharp-chinned man: the worgen shook his head in a blunt but amiable fashion, roaring in laughter:<br/><br/><i><span style="color: DarkRed"><b>“OH, ye’ couldn’t keep ya’ stinkeh’ pecka’ to yourself now COULD you, ya’ mongrel!?”</b></span></i><br/><br/>McMorry didn’t have the surplus of mental capacity to counter with a jibe, hungry eyes too preoccupied with the bewitching sight of the impossible beauty gobbling on his boss’ mighty pecker.<br/>The manwolf slapped his compatriot across the back of his head, knocking his cavalier hat off:<br/><br/><i><span style="color: DarkRed"><b>“WELL!?!? What yer’ waitin’ for? Out with yer’ “gun” and the first splurt’s on me! Looks like she alreadeh’ prepared for a few “stragglers”!”</b></span></i>the worgen barked out,  his hand demonstratively slamming down on his gold pouch to throw a few more pieces into her neat pile for good measure.<br/><br/>McMorry broke into a leering grin, his leather-clad hands fumbling with his britches; Drusul, in the meantime, was beginning to fully understand what he had gotten himself into; already now, small bombs of sexual rapture seared in his nerves causing his breath to be haggard and broken; he was already tumbling towards one massive orgasm! It’d only be a matter of a short time before-…<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>