The halfling recoiled back and looked back up at him, as if to remind herself who this member belonged to! She tilted her head and bit her lip, as if trying to solve a difficult puzzle of some sort. It was... imposing. Perhaps not the halfling's first encounter with such a thing, but they always presented a new challenge.<br/><br/>Viloet was always popular with humans and the other tall folk. She had assumed it was because her stature made them appear... bigger. An average man could lay his entire length upon her head from chin to the tip of her head. In fact, when she was feeling sexy, the tiny temptress made a point to display this... facet of such an interracial coupling. In some cases, stroking the ego will suffice where stroking the body would not.<br/><br/>But Lew was something else entirely... Huh. If her first impression of the man was correct, he hadn't had much use for the weighty thing before Viloet. She took it in one hand at the base, barely able to touch her thumb to her fingers around its' girth. Gods, it was like a... a... meat club! He could knock somebody out with that thing! One quick pivot of his hips and the halfling might been hurled off to the side. Maybe he just scared all the other women away.<br/><br/>But not the halfling! No, this was... a challenge. If she couldn't handle<em>this</em>, than how could she consider herself to be the Gods' gift to men? ...Of course, none of the guys who took it by force or coercion ever got her best, but Lew was... oh, Lew. The way he shot up like a gazelle sensing the cheetah nearby, and just at one wayward glance at her. And he wasn't all that bright either, but kinda cute... and, obviously, hung. Were he a little more... cunning, he might turn into quite the ladies man. Oh well, that would be a lesson for another time and place. For now, she could teach him this.<br/><br/>She pulled his pants down all the way to his ankles and brought her petite little hand between his thighs, cupping his heavy balls in her hand. She almost didn't have enough hand for the whole thing! She brought her other hand along his length... Okay, so he wasn't very experienced. But if she could wear him out and give her a chance to escape... Well, a quickshot just wouldn't do! She'd need to prolong this until he was just<em>exhausted</em>... Or just too grateful to be angry that she allowed the fey to escape...