<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Myrrdin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/SaerraMyrrdinDruid.png)</div></div></div><br/>The release of his hair had him sail off again, though he did try to keep some sort of focus in case the drow would ask something of him again. This, however, became increasingly hard to do, he could feel the elf's cock had become harder and it was now consistently poking him. Part of him debated he'd better not aid the drow, though, that he'd probably wanted to take the human on his own account, but that didn't stop him from craving, nor from lightly pressing back now and then.<br/><br/>If, for some or the other reason, Vesz'tyrr had asked him if he had to be gentle with Myrrdin, he would have probably be perplexed at the question. There had been reason to why he had poked the drow relentlessly before striking a deal, he had seen the elf to possess something that would make him a less than gentle bedpartner. The way Vesz'tyrr was handling him so far, hadn't disappointed and the no-nonsense approach on the act itself only had him wanting more.<br/>The pressure of the elf's tip against his opening had him groan and wriggle, had him tilt his hips and offer himself. A less quiet "Hnn....a-ah.." escaped him when the elf pushed into him, filling him slowly but without pause, without a moment to collect himself. He didn't care there was a short moment of pain when he was stretched, he only cared to be filled and he was, the groan from behind him catching his breath in his chest, escaping in a submissive moan, a near beg to not stop but to give more.