Completely naked and utterly defenseless, Wikyr was surprised to find herself growing at ease in such mixed company. If she was being truly honest with herself, it was the idea of being surrounded and at the mercy of adversaries that had her so hot in the first place. Being exposed and ravished by her fellow Kal'dorei companion was almost enough to send her over the edge right then.<br/>In all her many years, Wikyr had grown used to seeing her people as collected, reserved, and fiercely disciplined. Seeing the warrior's face reflecting her own deviant needs left her wanting to claw away the flimsy linen barrier between them. The druid shivered under his rough hands, loving every caress as she pressed herself against his hard body. Listening to the Kal'dorei's deep, gravelly voice had her muscles clenching in the most delicious way. Uncommonly sharp nails finally bit into the warrior's roughspun tunic as his teeth sunk into her shoulder. The only coherent thought left was that he was still wearing entirely too much.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>