<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d8/98/5b/d8985b98a1edf0a3b46e0dbc84993f46.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Her thighs gripped the sides of Darius.  Her long wavy curls, the golden sun kissed blonde she had turned her dark raven tresses into.  Brushed and swayed around his face.   Cut off in saying her name halfway.   A name that is her name forever,  her name of the past is gone,  she is Songbird.     Hungrily, Songbird kissed her master.   Her tongue invasive,  seeking his tongue.   Cajoling his tongue to dance and intertwine.  Those wide curvaceous hips made for birthing gyrate, bouncing her up and down his engorged cock.<br/><br/>She feels his hands grip her hips.  She is horny,  through it looks she is in the mood to really work for their climax.  No threat of  her own coming.  The she feels the lifting sensation and subsequent roll, that flips her on  her backside and her master looking down at her.  The kiss is broken as she gasps in delight.   With them now reversed.<br/><br/>Some gnolls have awakened,  they do not throw coins. A few watch curious about the mating process of humans.   Others go back to sleep.  Open fornication, common in a Gnoll village.   With the switch in position reversing them.   The concubine now lifted her pelvis to meet the thrusts by Darius.<br/><br/><br/>