<div class="floatright"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Travis</span></strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=258008.msg12742864#msg12742864)<br/>(https://dncache-mauganscorp.netdna-ssl.com/thumbseg/1937/1937014-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div>Travis had removed Titch's moist cloak off from Elora and wrapped her in the blankets in the bedroom, he had removed her scanth wet silk cloths off from her expect her ribbon which is source of her illusion magic. Once she wakes she can quickly with simple cantrip dry her and his clothes as well. As she moaned the words, he understood them. As over the years she had taught him the language of the drow, both similar and not similar to elven language. As her eyes fluttered open he smiled and caressed her hair and said; "Rest and warm up my slave, you need be recover quickly as we are not quite safe even now..." He remained close to his slave and sight of her naked body did burn lustful fires in him, in truth over the years he had grown at all single time tired of abusing and using her body sexually. It was perhaps the knowlegde to know she was his and the fact despite any abuse or uses he does to her, she finds pleasure in them. Finding pleasure in serving him.<br/><br/>Either case he slips hand under the blanket, his warm palm stroking softly her dark ebony flesh, grasp and squeeze her breast and pinch softly her nipples, hand trailing over her stomach and to her thighs, squeeze and shake them to bring life to her chilly thighs and help bring warmth to them. In short massage her body under the blanket with now both hands as her head leans to his thigh as he tries restore live to them and stir her wake.