Tehr could sense Sarah's body tensing as her body approached orgasmic peak, and he stopped, keeping his fingers inside of her as Tera spoke, but denying her that release.  He nodded his head in understanding at Tera as she spoke, and as she brushed his chest with one hand he felt his cock twitching in anticipation.  She was so close as she swallowed and admitted that he was something like the chief of her, though no oath had been sworn.  His free hand gripped her wrist, lightly so she could pull away, although she chose not to, then his other fingers again began moving.  His goal to keep Sarah Applemane on the edge of orgasm, to draw it out, but deny her, an easy task even more so by the fact that she was attempting and failing to hold as still as possible.<br/><br/>Still to Tera, his hand on her wrist, keeping her fingers on his abdomen, inches above his hardening cock, he smiled back and said,<strong> "Ah and a bed that you are always welcome into my fierce protector.  For no oath have you sworn, but your actions have proven to me your loyalty and care.... in many respects.</strong>"  He heard Sarah's breathing reaching a fever pitch and again slowed the movement of his fingers, denying her an orgasmic release.<strong>"As you know, I enjoy giving those who are close to me that which they wish.  Our halfling friend here wishes to remain still, and also wishes to test her own resolve.  Do you see how I test it?  Do you see how I give her what she wants?"</strong><br/><br/>At this point Fleur who had remained mostly silent but nearby chuckled and said,<strong>"I think she wants more than that master.  At least now."</strong><br/><br/>Tehr chuckled and let go of Terra's wrist, and those elven fingers, the fingers of a warrior yet still thin and lithe glided down lower over the thickening root of his cock.<strong>"My garments,"</strong>he whispered to Tera,<strong>"Show how open I am, for the delight of the women in my home.  For all of our mutual pleasure.  I've made no advances towards you, despite the promise of the line of paint and the treasure it leads to.  So tell me, should I continue to tease the halfling maid, or give her something more substantial?  Or would the mighty huntress feel that such 'game' had been hers to claim before the servant bearing food?"</strong>His hand moved then to caress her hip, ready to seek out the leather ties that bound the loincloth to her, but making no move right as yet.