Realizing his lady wasn't resisting, not even commanding him to stop, all thoughts of self control vanished. Henrik's hands continued their awkward but desperate kneading, one massaging her skin directly whilst the other clumsily squeezed through the fabric of her bra. He realized dimly that he was fully hard and had begun to absent-mindedly and impotently hump Valanna from behind, the erection in his trousers grinding against the gentle curve of her ass. For a time he simply continued like this, letting his passions control him, drinking in the sounds of her lovely voice so close to his ear, and the sight and feeling of her squirming figure in the mirror against his own.<br/><br/>But as the magnitude of the situation dawned on the attendant he realized his fingers craved so much more. His hands released their grip upon Valanna's supple breasts for a moment, and with a deft motion his fingers found and undid the clasp on her bra, instantly freeing the perky orbs with a gentle bounce. He saw that her nipples had stiffened in response to his touch, but struggling to maintain some degree of control he lifted his hands moved once again to play with the elf's tits. This time it was more thoughtful than wild, lifting the heavy orbs from below and watching how they moved in the mirror before them, and how Valanna reacted to the experience. Then he carefully moved his hands up, kneading the stiffened nubs between his fingers, rolling and flicking them with abandon. He had begun to grind his hips against her again, and when her hips pressed against his as her back arched and a moan escaped her lips a truly deep thrill ran through the youth.<br/><br/>Yes, she was his. For all those moments in which he had been hers, quietly tending to her every need and never allowed to consider his own desires, at last she was his. He was committing a great taboo; a servant touching his master, a human molesting an elf, a young man seizing a lady... and the knowledge that he was doing as much sent an indescribable thrill through his body. It was more than just simple lust, though that was great indeed, but a sense of intense satisfaction filled him as Henrik realized that their roles had been all but reversed.<br/><br/>It was too much. His lips found Valanna's neck, kissing her with wanton abandon as his hands squeezed her tits again, pushing them against one another and then tugging gently on her nipples. He really was grinding against her now, openly and consciously rather than just as an act of absent-minded carnality, feeling so much need gathering in his cock for Valanna. Would he really go all the way? Was he going to lose his virginity just like this, to his own lady in an act of unrestrained passion? Was that okay? And more importantly, if that was where things might lead, would he even be able to resist such a temptation? It was unlikely.