"Here we go, mistress...as you wished, I'm going to be quick." The elf gasped, thrusting hard into the elven warrior, not bothering to resist the urges that had built in him the entire time that he'd been giving her a massage. And because of that, it was only a few moments before he thrust in deep and held her against him, as his body pulsed, and his phallus surged as semen erupted into Naael's body. After a few moments, he pulled out of her, his seed spent within her, and bowing his head slightly as they began to feel the pulse of magic around them, only now evident, even as it began to fade away. "And...we are done, mistress."<br/><br/>It would only be with careful examination, however, that Naael might notice that there was no sign of her own virginal blood on him, her, or even the crimson silk sheets.