<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/dpNG8Mr.jpg)</div><strong>Location</strong>: Velkynvelve, Jorlan's quarters<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Rough sexiness<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Brihe<br/><hr/><br/>The woman was unbroken, that much was obvious to him. She yearned to be free; Every blow she had dealt to the quaggoth, her defiant seizure of the tooth she'd used to kill it, even the look on her eyes as he mentioned the possibility of her escape was nakedly ambitious. If Ilvara had seen it, Brihe would have been beaten within an inch of her life, but Jorlan had already seen for himself that near-death wouldn't shake her. It was the utmost irony to the drow male; He wanted nothing more than to own her and bend her to his will, but he now wondered if even he would be capable of breaking her. If he could not be useful to her as a pet, then at least he could be useful to her in other manners. And as she declared her willingness to do anything for her freedom, he could tell by her suggestive posture that he would at least enjoy himself before he set her loose.<br/><br/><strong>"You already know what I want,"</strong>he growled as he reached down to grab her by the collar of her threadbare tunic. Jorlan's other hand that had been tugging at the hilt of his dagger shot out in a flash of steel. He'd gutted men in a similar manner before, but when the blade entered Brihe, it pierced only the front of her shirt, coming to a stop mere inches from her heart. The edge cut upwards, rending her shirt loudly until it slit through the neck of the garment, and its two split sides fell apart to reveal her breasts. The drow replaced the dagger on his belt, then tore the rest of her top away, before he stepped back to admire her from a short distance. The disdain he felt for her as a lesser-than for being human was incompatible with the lust he held for her tight abdomen, her well-rounded breasts, and her strong shoulders.<br/><br/>He hated the thought of kissing her, but he also couldn't resist the temptation to do so. Angrily, Jorlan seized her roughly by her white hair, pulling her head back a bit as he forced his lips to hers, attacking her with his combative passion. Through a heavy exhale, Jorlan scowled,<strong>"Fetch my cock, woman, and show me how much your freedom means to you."</strong>He released her hair, and grasped her breasts instead, roughly kneading her flesh as his lips ventured across her cheek and to her neck, kissing, sucking, biting hard enough that she would be marked.