90% was trying, but only 5% was actually capable of rational thought. Lucille's relentless teasing almost blinded Drek'thar to the door. Speech had left him. He merely hurried Lucille through the portal and locking it behind them. Drek'thar lifted Lucille as effortlessly as she had lifted her broom, and planted her firmly on the table. "Save your thanks. I only want your body." He breathed hotly down her neck, as his right hand fibbled with the basque attempting to remove it. The blunted claws attatched to large fingeers of his left grazed Lucille's inner thighs. The tips dissappeared under her microskirt, parting her lips, stroking her clit and threatening to penetrate her through the fabric as they teased her entrance.