OOC: ding ding! *goes to update sheet*<br/><br/>As the night passes, Quinn loses track of the number of orgasms she has. Between the magic dildos, the whipping and spanking with the belt, the bondage and suspension, and Aleh's cock, she finds herself pounded beyond her capability to think straight - other than to admit to herself that this is who she truly is, what she desires. What she loves...and craves! A primal need boiling in her to be a toy, a slave, to be used by men - and maybe women! - any way they pleased and anywhere they pleased, and that the filling of that need is what truly pleasures her. The dusky-skinned minestrel and her magically-infused nature making her scream and cum over and over. until at some point late in the night she finally passes out even as her body writhes in ultimate pleasure...<br/><br/>When she finally comes around in the morning, it takes a while before her brain is able to gather itself enough for her to think. Her body trembling, twitching slightly in the bed, feeling the soaked sheets under her and the sheen of sweat and cum, both hers and his, covering her skin, her nipples stiffening in automatic reaction to the scents and feels that surround her. Her chest heaving gently as she collects her thoughts, a smile on her face as she recounts the events of the previous night, and accepts herself for what she truly is.<br/><br/>Turning her head and wincing slightly in the pleasurable soreness and sensation, Quinn looks over to Aleh, looking to be sure the half-elven bard wasn't injured from her wild exertions in their lovemaking - no, their<em>fucking</em>- before with a soft moan trying to push herself up to sit. Both needing her morning 'freshening up' and a rumble coming from her stomach as she feels the need to replenish her strength from her strenuous exercise.<br/><br/>