The dragon laughed. It was a deep, rich sound, filled with mockery, as his hand tightened around the assassin's throat. It wasn’t a crushing up but it was getting close. She would kill him or one of her so called brothers and sisters would? Fools. If they couldn’t muster more than one poor excuse for an killer, armed only with steel, they were of no threat to him and he would enjoy slaying her compatriots, if they did come for him. Just like he was going to enjoy squeezing the life from her body.<br/><br/>But even as his fingers cut off the elf’s air, a new line of thought crossed Kyloth’s mind. Plainly, this girl was not afraid to die, so perhaps there was a better way to punish her. A wicked, nasty smile twisted his lips, as he looked down at her, watching as she struggled to breath. Oh the plans he was forming for her. His smile remained, even as her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and the tone elven form when limp. A little more and he’d have her life but she wouldn’t get off that easy.<br/><br/>With the assassin unconscious, the dragon went to work. Quickly, not knowing how long before she recovered, he began stripping off her clothes, using her own belt to bind her hands to the bed, above her head. Her knife, he fold up in his hands and tossed out a small window. As it clattered against the far cobblestones, he began to strip, relieving the massive, muscled body of a northern barbarian. Grinning, he began stroking this body’s cock, bring his shaft to a full ten inches long and thick enough to full pawish hands.<br/><br/>Enjoying the thoughts of what was going to happen next, he climbed back into the bed. Grasping the elf’s legs, he held them apart, leaving her open to his attentions. It would be so easy, to take her right now but the fun would start when she woke up, which should be shortly. Until then, he slowly rubbed his cock against her sex, watching and waiting.