<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/SNorclady.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:  Snogflog Nosebiter of the Shattered Hand Clan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13138798#msg13138798)</strong><br/><br/><strong>COURTESEAN</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Not sure if he is proposing or just playful<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Stephen, Closed<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>Bondage, blood</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>If he already knows about a female orc and their ears he is hiding it well, it is possible that he is just lucky or unlucky depending on your point of view. Regardless his gentle caressing of her ears has her purring loudly in pleasure and her padded behind pushes back against him to give his crotch a little playful rubbing before he tugs her in against him so he can put a hand around her throat. Snogflog does wonder if he really is proposing to her or not as he squeezes her throat so that she will have trouble breathing. Not only that but he pushes his crotch against her hands so that she can seize him up to see if he will be a suitable mate, something she eagerly does. Her hands trailing the hardening length through his pants, while he isn't the largest man she has been with (that honor if somewhat dubious belongs to a half ogre that thankfully was quite the gentle lover, it only took her a week to close her legs again) she has to admit he feels very nice against her hands.<br/><br/>"I don't expect it yet, slave," he growled softly in her ear, "but by the time we're done this evening, you will call me master."<br/><br/>Before she can even try and figure him out she finds her head slammed down on the plate that still has food on it and quite a bit of blood that splashes across her face. It doesn't really hurt more of surprise that has her blink a few times to clear her vision, tongue darts out to lap up some of the blood with a happy little purr as his hand glides across her nethers that are clearly showing how aroused she is by the dampness clinging to her curly hairs.<br/><br/>“Now," he said as the plate stopped ringing softly, "you will stay put while I retrieve some of the tools I'll be using.”<br/><br/>Snogflog has to admit he has the commanding tone pretty much down, she just wishes he would be more clear if he wants to be rough or romantic. Perhaps it is just humans that are a tad softer? Yes that could very well be it, but on the other hand she is enjoying it quite a bit. So she remains in that position with a delightful raw rib just an tantalizing inch from her nose. He is probably saving it to gnaw on to keep his strength up, that speaks of planning and thoughtfulness. All in all, yes the evening is progressing quite well and much better than most evenings.<br/>