The orc squeaked out a surprised cry as his last slap cupped her nether regions causing a mixed spike of pleasure and pain. She was panting heavily, flushed as red as a fel orc, and wetter than she’d like to admit, and through all of this she kept begging to herself to settle down, to banish the lustful ache in her loins. If under any other circumstances she would of swore a blue streak and trashed violently at Varres spanking her like some child, but here like this now she was as motionless as a deer caught in the gaze of a hungry wolf. Worse yet his lustful predatory groans were feeding into her desire more, Haruna had no idea blood elves could be so aggressive like this. The only saving grace for her now was the fact that he couldn’t see the look on her face, she must have look so pitifully meek and damsel-like.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>