************ Mora *******************<br/><br/><br/>Mora tensed up even more, growling deeply upon seeing her lover approaching the cursed one for a closer look. She wanted to bite in her neck to keep her submissive underneath her protective stance, but she was too quickly for Mora to notice in time that she had crawled away. Now the trolles was forced to watch how the elf was softly caressing the fur of the worgen, and holding her head close to her breasts, something she had only been doing to her lately. She felt a sting of pain surging trough her chest, and an incredible jealousy was now taking over her decisions. She didn't care if the foul beast on the floor was a druid, or that she was in the same position as she was, she was stronger and bigger then her.<br/><br/>She still contained herself during the whole ordeal, but upon hearing the hunter ordering Tellara to back down, and the Worgen sniffing the air for her lover, and no doubtly enjoying the smell of her elven appearance she just snapped. And with great strength in every vein of her body she glowed of the naturepowers that were withheld from coming out of her body by the enchanted shackles. But her long strong feline nails, and her sharp glistening tusks and teeth were enough for her to jump into attack ontop of the worgen, and as she was surging trough the air with her limber body, she growled deep of an animalistic hunger that needed to be sated quickly.<br/><br/><br/><br/>******** Lydia *************<br/><br/><br/>She loved his kiss with every trembling vein in her body, quivering softly in his arms as his lips once more parted from hers. She wondered if he were able to see the disappointed and hungry look on her face, the look that could tell him she wanted more. A deep blush flushed over her cheeks, when her wish was granted. She could feel his rough face softly stroke over her skin, his warm lips kiss his way down to her collarbone to return once more to her full and sensual mouth, already parted and hungrily seeking his tongue for more. But he placed his forehead against hers, and with her bright green eyes she just looked mischievously into his, her hands gliding trough his rough hair, kneading softly into his skin.<br/><br/>And when he spoke she almost felt weak in her knees, a question that asked for so much more then it actually said. She knew that if she would lead him up to her room, that the inevitable was going to happen. Something she wanted so badly, but tried not to for her whole life. This little flicker of doubt was visible in her eyes, unquestionably to be seen by Jack as he was gazing deeply into the pools of her soul.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">"I..I..." </span>She started.. and paused in mid-sentence, unable to say anything more as she closed her eyes and breathed in the deep musk scent of his body, her lips brushing against his cheeks, finding it's way to his ear where she would softly kiss the soft end of his earlobe. Her voice was slightly stronger now, escaped from his gaze she felt more confident, and whispered with the most husk voice she had ever produced in her life. A voice thick with lust and promises.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">"I..Think... your room is a bit closer.." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>