Brynhilde held little hope that she would be able to hold Bailen back should he wish to force himself on her, she could see the glowing ember in his eyes. Just burning with lust for her, needing to mate with her, to throw her onto the bed and force himself. But he fought it, held it back. For some reason he felt that Brynhilde was not to be forced, she showed him a moment of affection as she kissed the tip. Then he sat up, or half-way, moving his hands once more across her body. She smiled, "Stay there", she said softly, pushing the large half-orc back, she herself slipped those long coltish legs off the bed. Her firm but large ass towards Bailen, her red hairs draped across her shoulder as she rocked her hips to a beat which was not there. Once again teasing the half-orc as she unhooked the straps on her boots, kicking them off and into a corner.<br/><br/>Then she turned towards him, staring into Bailen's lust-drunk eyes as she grabbed his hands, those large and muscular hands. Hooking his thumbs into the waist-band of her leather pants, as well as her panties beneath, before snapping the button loose. Her eyes stared into his, "I will not mate with you.. but I will give you a taste of me", she stroked his muscular and scarred face, she smiled and waited for him to tear off her last remaining bit of clothing.