The elf's already pale lips grew even paler as he cut off air and blood at her neck, the pressure such that there would be terrible bruising - but that was not her concern, as her eyes struggled to focus on the carved, gleaming wood cock that he waved before her face.<br/><br/>She could feel it rubbing slowly over her, and twisting at the same time, and fearing what he meant to do she gave a weird, twisting lurch, trying to draw her thighs closed - such a false organ was a mockery of the life-giving act of coupling.