More than the aphrodisiac, her mind was fogged by her own failure.  Deep inside, she knew that nothing could redeem her for what she'd given to her enemy.  She indeed felt broken, useless, emptied of her magic, her purpose.  As he gathered her up against him, speaking softly, she wondered what other torments he might bring to tear her down further.  A deep sadness settled into the pit of her heart.<br/><br/>The rocking reached her foggy brain, and she couldn't understand what he was doing or why.  Had she not already given him what he wanted?  Should he not be more than willing to rid himself of her, of the shell that had been the powerful mage, Kahlil Rizznin?  And beneath all of that, she was amazed at how he felt, how he<em>felt</em>, against her bare skin.  He was so strong, so solid, and yet so gentle.  The touch of his hands upon her ears, sexual organs all their own among elves, had her shuddering again.  This time, in response to his comfort and her own desperation, she turned her face to tuck into the crook of his neck where she discovered his smell, masculine and intoxicating to already-aroused senses.  A hand crept up and around his neck, pulling him closer, inadvertently pressing her breast against his clothing.  Her warm breath feathered over his neck and throat as she gasped in response to the feel of cloth rubbing against the hard point of her sensitized nipple.  Her grip tightened on him as dizzying pleasure moved from that one spot into the rest of her body.