As Imrae executed her maneuver she could feel the hard muscle beneath the duchess's soft curves. Had Lady Blackspire been in any way unwilling, it would have been nigh impossible to move her. Fortunately, for everyone involved, Lady Blackspire was quite enthusiastic, though she laughed wickedly. "Well, if Lord Zerillion is anything to go by, you fled with your tail between your legs," she shot back. She met the drow's eyes with amused defiance. "All I see is a whore who asks an assassin's fee," she continued. "You can boast when you prove you're actually a killer. For now, you'd best shut up and fuck me."<br/><br/>With that, the Duchess sank back enthusiastically onto Imrae's cock, letting out an eager growl. Her walls clenched around the drow's shaft with the same easy power her hands hand closed around the drow's throat.