<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/006/763/746/large/lee-do-kyung-cdd.jpg?1501077532)<br/>Elaine Bedigar</div></div>Elaine writhed and moaned under Larissa's skilled tongue. Her heart was all aflutter too, at this strange reversal of roles. She was always used to Risa being in charge, using her body as a plaything. Elaine had never had any objections to that dynamic, but seeing how<em>receptive</em>Larissa was to taking orders, to being the plaything, had opened up a new world of possibilities.<br/><br/>"Mmmh, my little Ruxvan slut," she sighed, running her hands through Risa's hair. "I always felt like the dirty girl, but really it was you Risa... You just couldn't stop playing with my cock. Any moment when we were along—sometimes when we<em>weren't</em>alone—there was a hand or a mouth or a pussy wrapped around me." Her fingers tightened in Larissa's hair. "Maybe I should turn it around on you, hmm? Maybe you'd like to feel my fingers working inside you while you're sitting in a full taproom, or feel me sucking at your clit beneath a banquet table, or having to address your people while my cum drips down your legs... Mmmh... my slut..."<br/><br/>As Larissa disengaged and repositioned, Elaine's grin broadened in a way that almost resembled Dorokor's predatory expression. She wasted no time in pouncing on her beloved, and thrusting herself hilt deep. "Aaah, brood mare," Elaine growled. "An excellent title for a slut who prefers her lovers to be hung like horses." Elaine launched straight into a fast, hard pace, without bothering for buildup. This time, she had no plans on stopping until Risa was a quivering mess.