<em>Rarovan was straining to the breaking point. In this respect, he wasn't considerably capable of withholding an impending shower of his own making. The thick voluminous amounts of alcohol though, simply just had other things to command his body. Even after he should have left a dribbling mess on the floor, he only seemed to stiffen, and pulse, and even change hues at the stress to his body. Though such pigment changes were almost unable to be scene in the room, he simply just continued to twitch, throb and pulse with the soft but firm strokes of... what he now understood was Amalea. He knew he was being played with, but he.. well he wasn't exactly thinking at the moment. He stared open mouth at the sheer boldness of her, before feeling such satisfaction. It was entirely mental, he just.. simply trusted her above all others, and her she was, eagerly working him. Any thoughts of joining the show were.. simply lost at the moment. It was a bit of a tender feeling he had towards her, now fully formed as he had a warm smile. <strong><em>Ama.. Shieldsister..</em></strong> </em><br/><br/><em>His breath came out shallow, and only for an instant did he look away from her to view the ongoing spectacle of Dawn.. simply being herself. He turned back, and Amalea had vanished, only the gentle whisper of her words as he suddenly felt something soft and wet take to his bulging arousal. His eyes closed, taking to this new found development, before opening them again, and watching the show. In his mind he screamed to take her to their room, but his mind wasn't the one in control here, and one hand wrapped in the girl's purple locks, as he turned to stare at the show. His cock twitched and throbbed, the hand in her hair would squeeze everytime she found a sweet spot. The lower bulging vein where the seed might pass constantly pulsed, dripping the pre-fluid all down his shaft. She would also find the space between where the foreskin met with his head, though the head was fully exposed, also particularly sensitive.. so much that his hips would jolt every time her tongue touched there. She would feel the shaft heat, quite literally by a few degrees, the more she took her time, and just ran her tongue everywhere, as if adoring his genitalia.  </em><br/><br/><em>All the while he was being pleasured, he was staring at dawn, who had taken to her stutter and her performance with the two dancers. He had scene her act this way before.. but it seemed she'd even gone beyond what he thought she was capable of in this particular instance.. Had he been alert, he might have feared for her safety, but he was simply spellbound by the sight of how easily she took to the dancers.</em>