"Mmm...well, that sounds intriguing...so, I'll just...ooh...not be fertile...<em>this</em>time, and if you do as you say...I'll keep my end of the bargain, Minurra..." Rimeera murmured, shivering at the strange sensations as the woman's flesh held tight around the length of the shaft. Dismissing her charm, she spoke the word to change the fertility and began to thrust a bit more quickly, murmuring in the drow's ear. "And...you know that the elves would like to get their hands on you, Minurra. You know they'd execute you, likely horribly, for what you've done. I leave it to your choice whether I hand you over to them, or keep you here in my wagon for as long as I wish."