<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://i.pinimg.com/originals/7f/39/c3/7f39c307f281f7f340a2e4cf57675ea7.png)<br/>Kasala</div></div>Kasala returned Larissa's kissed hungrily, eagerly. The elf's lust was already evident—had been evident since pulling Larissa into the room—hard and glistening in the moonlight. But at her lady's command, any restraint Kasala might have shown vanished in an instant. The elf was on her feet in a flash, seizing Larissa firmly and taking a long, greedy drink from her lips. At last, Kasala pulled away, teeth nipping one final time at Larissa's lower lip.<br/><br/>"I serve at my lady's pleasure," Kasala breathed, her voice raw with need. She pulled Larissa closer, until Kasala's thick, throbbing length pressed firmly between them. "I am consort to House Ruxvan, a term of our ancient pact, a duty I burn to fulfill for you." The elf's hips rocked slowly, her shaft leaving a slick train on the skin just above Larissa's panties. "A duty I have fulfilled to generation after generation of Ruxvan women." Kasala's breathing was ragged once more, but this time from barely-contained desire. "I lust after you my lady. I have lusted after you for years now. But I can do nothing until you ask... Whatever need you may feel, I long to fulfill it. You need only ask..."