Even in the near comatose sleep that enveloped Lauralana she whimpers as the hooved steps brought him near. Her slumbering form does not move, but behind her eyelids there was rapid, almost jerking movements.<br/><br/>Ana tugged a few more futile moments on the elf woman's arm, her shorter blonde locks of hair swinging in jerking motions. Then he was there, and the human woman dropped her mistress' arm with a soft thump. Her mind blanked out everthing but him, her mouth moving but no sound came out. His mere presence exuded such pheramones that her sex begins to secrete its moistures, her nipples tighten and her breathing speeds.<br/><br/>Even as his finger comes forth Ana cries out in both shock and outrage, the heat felt as if her flesh should be seared. Her mind screamed at her, told her to stop but as if they were controlled by someone else entirely her hands raise and begin unbuttoning the white tunic slowly. Each button reveals more flesh, until her shirt is allowed to fall to the decks, and her knees bend so that she thumps solidly beside the woman whom she had cared for diligently.<br/><br/>Her breasts were bared, the diamond hard pebbled nipples jutting from twin round orbs, swaying the with the force of her breathing. Two tears coursed down her cheeks, her body betraying her but her fear, anger, and humiliation easily read in her wide eyes.