For a moment, the ork stops... and then, with a dangerous sort of mirth filling his voice, the man leans forward and whispers into the elf's ear.<br/><br/>"Well, if I have your permission..."<br/><br/>Before Rishi can even react, the man releases his grip on her hair and slides two fingers past her open lips, rolling them around against her lips and tongue in order to get them nice and wet.<br/><br/>"Don't you dare bite..." the man murmurs, his voice still heavy with that violent edge. "But if I were you, I'd make sure you get 'em nice and wet... wouldn't want to hurt ya<em>too much</em>now, would we?"