<em>He tried to make humans less violent....sounded like mind control to Giselle.  Still, she couldn't judge out of hand, and it did truly sound like that this Jake person had had his people's best interests at heart, but he had had bad luck in the process of whatever he had been doing.  It made sense....strangely enough.  Having reached just above Emma's butt, Giselle wasn't sure how long she could keep this up before she too found it too hard to resist Emma's unique charms.  Stopping for a moment, the half Drow flexed her fingers a few times, readying herself for the next part of what she had in mind.  Listening to the Witch's explanation about Jake and her feelings, or lack there of, for the man, Giselle was secretly glad of what she admitted as Emma finally realized where they were.  "Yes.  This is a place from my world.  Evermeet, the beaches that sparkle in the sun like thousands of diamonds mixed in the white sand.  I have been here only twice, but both times was worth it considering how beautiful and peaceful this place is.  It...no longer exists in my world though Emma.  A devastating magical plague, called the Spellplague, saw to that.  Magic like mine...went wild and stopped working altogether for almost twenty years.  In that time, many wizards and sorcerers that relied and used magic constantly either died or went insane from the magical blue fire that spread across the realm.  Not only that, but places like this simply disappeared or were utterly destroyed or were changed...changed into Plaguelands, areas where magic still goes wild and new monsters that can use strange magic reside."<br/><br/>Sighing heavily, Giselle laid beside the Witch, a hand idly running up and down the girl's back as she told more of her home's tragic history.  "I was born right in the middle of the darkest time Faerun has ever known.  War was everywhere, death was widespread, and governments that had stood for centuries were suddenly at the mercy of people who just wanted things to go back to normal or to change for the better.  Some areas of Faerun were heavily magic dependent, and it was these places that were hit the hardest.  The cause of all this was when the Goddess of Magic, Mystra, was killed by two other gods.  Mystra was responsible for the Weave, the Conduit that ruled over and governed arcane powers.  She constantly maintained and cared for her Weave until the day she died at the hands of her killers.  Needless to say....I too know what it is like to survive an Apocalypse, although yours is still going on.  If I can, I'll follow you back and help where I can Emma.  It's the least I can do for the kindness you've shown me here."  She whispered, rolling over and sitting up before going to the Witch's butt.  Raising it slightly so her butt hole as well as her pussy were exposed to her eyes, Giselle ran her fingers over the woman's sex and smiled, teasing the soft folds and giving into her as well as her own desires at the same time.  "As you wish, Emma."  She whispered again before slowly slipping a single finger deep inside Emma's hot core.</em>