<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://i.pinimg.com/originals/7f/39/c3/7f39c307f281f7f340a2e4cf57675ea7.png)<br/>Kasala</div></div>"Aaah, y-yes my-" Kasala paused, as she felt Larissa clench around her. "<em>Risa</em>," she corrected. "Sometimes the lines between historian and courtesan... mmmh, blur. Particularly when so many Ruxvans wished for their...<em>conquests</em>to be well documented."<br/><br/>The elf slowly began to work back to her previous momentum, punctuating her words with long, deep thrusts. "But... let me<em>assure</em>you, my<em>only</em>thought at this<em>moment</em>is of<em>filling</em>your hot<em>cunt</em>." The elf's words trailed off as her raw animal instincts began to override any higher thought.<br/><br/>Through the wall next to her—the wall to her own room—Larissa thought she heard a faint, feminine moan.