His finger easily slipped inside those petals they were already so moist and warm and hand unfurled with his attentions. One of her ankles circled and moved even as his fingers started to penetrate her fully. This time she did not fight as the drugs gave her such sensations, even more than the mushrooms she used to chew before battle.<br/><br/>Her hand in turn continued upon his length, and her thumb travelled over the tip just as her other hand found his sack beneath. As she moaned and writhed, her other ankle was making its way free. Sorcha was laid prone now though was so exposed, yet more so. Her mind heard the whispers of her mate a little of her nectar dribbled from her. For the moment the pict was confused her mind was in many places.<br/><br/>She felt her mate was there the one with the strange eyes from over the waters, the one that had filled her belly twice. Thus she used her hand a little more urgently on the cock that was offered to her, her other winterborn hand exploring his body always though returning to his more precious places; she even turned once she broke free of the last binding.<br/><br/>