A very obvious sound of please escaped her lips when he pulled out the first orbs. The sensation made her knees buckle and she nearly hit the ground. The only thing that saved her was her grip on the edge of the bed. Her entire body seemed to tremble after that and her cheeks remained flushed with a dangerous mixture of arousal and anticipation. Then came the second one and it took every ounce of control she had not to give in to the offered pleasure right then and orgasm without being touch for an extended period of time. It was all the fault of those damn orbs with their uneven surfaces and the fact she’d made the mistake of walking over to him.<br/><br/>Gwen’s thighs were soaked with her own essence and she actually cried out in loss when he stood upon removing them both. It was an embarrassing sound and she seemed surprised to have even made it. It had to be because of the shared emotions they were experiencing right now. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be so damn aroused would she? At the moment she really wished she’d thought to ask what was in the mixture that the shaman made them drink. If she knew the ingredients she would’ve known the effects ahead of time.<br/><br/>“I think it would perhaps be best if I bent over the edge of the bed Warlord.” She told him once she managed to catch her breath. Pressing a kiss to his jaw she moved away from him and gracefully bent over the side of the bed presenting herself to him as she had once before. This was actually rather nerve-wracking for her as this was the one area of bedroom play she didn’t even have the slightest experience with.  Gwen knew she didn’t need to tell him to be gentle, she trusted that he would take his time.