Antimony had to bite back another moan as she felt Thursk's hands beginning to work their magic on her body, his rough, calloused fingers creating a wonderful friction across her skin.  Mmmh, well, at least the orc knew what he was doing...  It seemed as though the half-drow had chosen her new lover well.<br/><br/>The soldier's decision to pick the hole that was ready for his entrance rather than the hole that wasn't didn't come as much of a surprise to the sorceress.  After all, he was under the effects of her magical charm.  She knew that she could count on him to always take her feelings into consideration, and to be unwilling to cause her any harm.  It was one of the reasons she preferred to place such charms on those she selected as lovers, as she had much more trust in her own magical prowess than she did in the motivations of others.<br/><br/>"I think I can muffle myself well enough, soldier."  She huskily answered his question, before pushing herself back on him, willingly impaling herself on his 'green spear' with a gasp.  Oooh, he was a big one...  No doubt he'd be finding her wonderfully-tight as a result, especially compared to whatever worn-out old sluts he was used to playing with.<br/><br/>Oh yes, the next two weeks were going to be quite fun indeed...