"Of course not, I couldn't just fake an orgasm my love. Every time I cum it's because of you, whether I'm stroking myself and thinking of you or you're actively touching me. You wouldn't learn anything from me faking, just as I wouldn't learn to please you better if you tried to fake it."<br/><br/><span style="color: #00b359">"How could a mortal hurt Elune? Like hurt her feelings or somethin'?"</span>He looked at her then to the North as well. There was a soft sigh before The'kal appeared in her Trollish body.<span style="color: #666600">"What kind of trouble are you getting into now?"</span>She looked around the club and then to Lonnie and raised an eyebrow.<span style="color: #666600">"Drunk, smiling, in a strip club with a Dwarf. What is going on here? Why do you look different?"</span><span style="color: #00b359">"Now's yer chance. An' remember, get'er by the ass ta hold her close." </span>The'kal frowned and looked at Order.<span style="color: #666600">"What is he talking about?"<br/>
</span><br/>When Elune finally came to she'd find herself staring up at the Mulgore sunset with her head on Ras' lap, the Troll idly stroking her hair with one hand and holding one of her own hands with the other.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>