The drow grits her teeth, feeling the insistent pressure against her pucker as the half orc finally decides he's done playing around with her, ready to claim her again. She has no love of being taken this way but of course did it for her master whenever he desired it. To have this filthy beast inside of her like this though fills her with shame.<br/><br/>Still, she can feel her head pressed into the pillow by his free hand, reminding her who's in charge right now. His other hand once again finds her breasts, little surprise that he enjoys them so much, as they were part of her pride and joy; now her beauty has landed her in deep trouble. "Please...please be gentle with me and I'll make this much more pleasurable for you..." she pleads with him...if she had to use her arts to avoid being brutally taken then she swallow her pride and do so.