She panted and buried her head against the hard, warm flesh of his chest, her fingers clinging to him as she shook with the aftershocks of her orgasm and the feel of him spurting deep inside her.  She knew that she would be sore, could feel how for the moment her pussy gaped after being so used by him; but it was all well worth the pain, for he had pleasured her like no elf had.  Were all drow so well endowed?<br/><br/>Her face raised slightly, looking up at his strong jaw and the slanted ears, and then she realized that he'd not even given her his name.  She wasn't certain that he would now.  The memory of his tenderness before he'd claimed her was hazy and uncertain.  What if he strung her up once more to beat her into submission?<br/><br/>"What... what are you called?"