The black skinned drow lifted her gag back into place. He spent a few moments making sure it was snug in place before speaking.<br/><br/>"That's a good little girl," he said patting her cheek as he did. "Do what you're told."<br/><br/>Quickly he bent under her waist and in one swift motion had plopped her back over his shoulder again. He seemed to be much stronger than a typical elf, stronger even than any elf she could think of really. Kahlil didn't know any elf who could lift her weight like that, and so easily.<br/><br/>He loped away from the spot, and they heard the hounds far back in the distance.<br/><br/>"Haha," he laughed. "Your friends have found my calling card."<br/><br/>"It'll be a chase then," he laughed a full throated belly laugh.<br/><br/>"Come my pretty lass," he said, swatting Kahlil's fleshy firm bottom with his strong right hand. "Let us away, can't make it too easy on them eh?"<br/><br/>When he was done with his stinging swat to her bottom, he left his hand there, cupping her cheek, his fingers dipping slightly into the downslope of her flesh, only an inch from her nether lips and her anus.