Astraotte sighs, eyes fluttering shut. This man might actually be worse than her old boyfriend. And she was just as stuck with him as she had been, at least for the moment. It'd been so long she could only barely remember what it'd been like at home, other than the remembered pleasure and flashes of images.<br/><br/>Time to try to ingratiate herself.<br/><br/>Pulling herself together Astraotte shifted to her knees, padding over to the elf as the knight groped her unconscious body.<strong>"Astraotte,"</strong>she says glumly, leaning over to look at the elves blissed-out body. Despite herself she couldn't help being a little proud of how well she'd fucked the arrogant bitch. Teach<em>her</em>to laugh. Although, that gave her an idea...<br/><br/><strong>"I might,"</strong>the succubus said, looking over to the knight. It burned at her to denigrate herself like this, but she knew what he was expecting.<strong>"Do I have permission?"</strong>