The young noblewoman was amazed, here was someone she would have suspected to truly tear her clothing off now. But still he held on, his lust-filled self held at bay with so much self-control. The lovely woman gasped as he touched her, the flexible tongue running along her slit. Teasing her hooded clit for a moment before returning to it's lovely back and forth motion, there was a roughness to his tongue as well, it made her gasp and move as her maneuvered her for his own pleasure. For a long while Brynhilde enjoyed his ministrations, the lovely lapping of her juices, flowing strongly now, his thick fingers stroking her body. Well trained and muscular, but with just the right bit of fat in those womanly places. He had her and he knew it, Brynhilde groaned as Bailen's fingers played with her body. Thrumming her like an instrument, she moaned loudly suddenly as she gasped. Her toes curling on the wooden floorboards, she shuddered and turned. Holding onto Bailen's head now as he groped her body, Brynhilde's hips trembled and shook and she shuddered, shaking as she orgasmed.  A true orgasm for the first time, it shocked her and flooded Bailen's senses with her essence.<br/><br/>Taking a minute to recover Brynhilde pulled the half-orc off the bed, gasping as she felt his hot and throbbing pole slap up between her thighs. It was still so sensitive, her eyes burned into his, he was taller then her and with every throb of his heartbeat he slapped himself into her needy box. Her hand dipped down, grabbing that fat green totem of man-meat and ended her teasing. Settling the tip at the entrance to her pussy, the heat more then enough to guide him in. "Mate me..", she moaned needfully into his ear, she would have to make him pull out, so long as he didn't spill himself inside her. That would work, Brynhilde was sure of it.