Ruhzelil was still trying to fight all of this. A sex driven Night Elf trying to molest her wasn't exactly the Shaman's favorite thing to have done to her. And the smell of sex was strong on her, so she obviously had something else done to her before she decided to come up to her. But...as the Elf started to grind into her, soiling her robes and her totems, and massage her breasts...she felt something...something that she couldn't explain or figure out.<br/><br/>She began to pant as her face flushed, the light blue skin turning into a much darker shade. She could also feel her own cunny quickly becoming moist as the Elf continued to assault her body. She let out a few occasional low moans as her breasts were being molested,<i>What...What is wrong with me? I...I...I need to snap out of this...</i><br/><br/>But even as she thought of that, she started to feel her own body starting to grind into the Elf, wanting more of the pleasure that she was feeling.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>