"W- wish?"  Belinda's voice was slurred, her eyes still bright- but not with watchfulness.  Daniel was a handsome man, more importantly to her, a well-groomed man, talanna was an exotic beauty the likes of which she had never been with, and whatever that damned demon had done whn it touched her still rchocheted in her mind.  "I-"  Belle forsook words and kissed the elven slave.  Arms tight around her, breasts flattening against breasts for a long hot writhing kiss.  "I want him!"  The redhead gasped when she finally pulled away.  The damned skirt was in the way, she shed it quickly, kicked off her short boots and nearly climbed him like a tree to straddle him.  She delayed a moment as she felt him hard against her, adjusted the angle of her hips, sank down of the head of his shaft, then plunged down on him, engulfing him with a soft groan as she braced her forehead against the high seatback of the carriage and began to move.  Wordless grasps in time to her movement, inhale as she rose, sharp "whuf" of breath as she fell, faster and faster.