The wave of lust that carried through the bond stole her breath, the amount of his desire for her body frightened the elven woman to her very core, sweeping her with ice that caused her muscles to sieze. Her own answering wave of need caused her cheeks to flame with embarrassment as she realized that the tops of her inner thighs was already dampened by her own sex.<br/><br/>Already the insistance of her body caused her to squirm, to press her thighs together for the unnatural desires of the flesh course through her. Her mind shunning the intense pleasure that came from such pressure, her fingers curling into fists as he holds her tighter, then grips her gown. Green eyes glittered with shock as his intentions became clear, and the sundering of her clothing filled her ears moments before cool air against her flesh caused a sharp gasp.<br/><br/>Dully, in her mind, she realized that this was how she was to lose her virginity, how she was going to be taken in front of rutting witnesses, the cheers underlying her thoughts. Yet as he leaped to her, her hands both at once pushed against him, yet pulled him closer. Her silvery hair swinging gently as her mind loses the battle and her back arches, pressing her beringed breasts closer to him, even as a sharp keening sob lifted from her lips. Rage, terror, shame filled her, mixing with the growing tides of lust that swamped her. His own lusts boiled within her, his touch causing the rings to flair, the burning in her nipples and the other points of pierce causing the keening sob to turn to a cry...one that was not completely of pain, but of pleasure as well.