Gorgamesh and his kin had been bred to be gluttonous and insatiable, forever fuelled by ravenous hungers that relented only in the brutal surge of predatory conquest that came when they slaked their appetites. He responded with a throaty growl to his Doshvin's attentions, whispering past his fangs to stir the wisps of steam that rose from the waters. Fangs and tusks were bared, his darkly red tongue flicking over the ivory points, a rasping snarl teasing forth, the orcish impersonation of a chuckle. "She thinks that I have turned you into this." He spoke, while staring into Doshvin's eye's, freeing her throat to bring a hand up, tangling into her hair, the silken locks drawn taut in his grip. "This is what you are." A sly amber gaze flicked towards Shaelee, as he tugged Doshvin's head back, baring her pale throat to the coarseness of his tongue, bestial kisses drawing pinpricks of blood from her smooth flesh. "I just opened you up."<br/><br/>The taste of blood, even those slender rivulets, had his heart racing, his blood a surge of primal heat as the predatory instincts took over. The hazy thrill of the heat and the coupling turned to focused clarity as he looked over to the latest curiosity. She had not put up much fight, but she hardly seemed as frightened as she should have been. It was hard for him to decide if he was enraged or enamoured, all the more so with Doshvin riding sleekly upon him. "I'll hold you to your word, elf. Either you'll serve me well, or I'll make sport of you." There were scarcely any consequences for him, and he had precious little need for compassion or sympathy for her plight.<br/><br/>