The bottle was removed with a wet *plop* sound, now empty, having drenched the half-elf's crazed pussy with a several times overdose of alchemical aphrodisiac. A dwarven thumb soon replaced the bottleneck, warmer and so, so much better as it wiggled between her pink walls. But it would get even better soon wouldn't it? The thumb was next replaced with a wide, hot and throbbing cockhead probing her folds but cruelly refusing to sink into her, teasing Bremorel in her drunk, unnaturally needy state. It moved, prodding her entrance then sliding along her drooling slit with the entire length of the craved organ. He was just as big as the human boyfriend she once had, whatever his name was... but her captor was much thicker, stronger! Just from the limited contact, she could feel bulging veins along the no doubt magnificent organ she couldn't see. As it rubbed against her over and over, collecting her slippery nectar in preparation for what was to come, the head of the fleshy dwarven hammer brushed against her hooded pearl of pleasure multiple times, sending lighting bolts across her being until from one moment to the next, the delicious tease was gone. Seconds that seemed like lonely hours later, what felt like a tree trunk rammed her and pressed into her half-elven pussy to the hilt, filling what at this point could only be described as lonely emptiness in her with blissfull flesh, making her feel full, completed, and to her drunk mind, loved as well.<br/>She barely registered the chorus of cheers around, but mostly behind her.