As the nymph-like Viloet neared him, a tingle ran up Terrance's spine. 'Such confidence!' He admired in thought. In all honesty he had believed the smaller races to shy away from such acts with those significantly larger than them. But as her mannerism and body seemed to testify, Viloet was the exception to the rule. "Yes, Viloet, like that." He mused, eyes locked onto hers as the blood in his member began pumping harder under her delicate, precise fingers.<br/><br/>Taking the invitation presented to him, Terrance reached out for the laces, undoing them simultaneously. Even aiding her in freeing herself from the not quite adequate armor. In doing so he imagined the sight of her naked breasts. 'What do they feel like? How sensative is she?' he wondered, images of such things filling his head. Then there was that seductive smile and those captivating eyes! The combination attack made sure he straightened and stiffened. As his meat pulsed to full staff, the tip reached just below Viloet's sternum and had managed to part her finger and thumb by atleast a half-inch, if not more.<br/><br/>With a name like 'Hornblower' he had thought to make a joke regarding blowing his horn, but perhaps it was too soon. Still, her eyes, poise and style reeked of experience Terrance knew he would be sampling. He could wait for a bit.