<div class="floatright">(http://www.fantastikresimler.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/nice-sword-fighter-girl-Cris-de-Lara.jpg)</div><br/>It took Corina a moment to process what Krogan meant by her figure.  When she did, she gave a delighted giggle and squeezed the orckin's magnificent member.  Her eyes closed for a moment, and she whispered, "That would be a very great adventure, but perhaps can wait 'til I know you a tad bit better."  She snuggled in beside the orckin and leaned in close to kiss him, her hand now sliding lightly up and down his manhood, taking it's measure.<br/><br/>Looking to Hakim now, her free hand lifted from the mist in a beckoning gesture.  "I don't think you really mean that, Hakim.  I can hear your desire in your heart.  When you're ready, know that you are invited."<br/><br/>The elf girl turned back to the orckin.  For a moment fear did thrill through her.  The lovers and playmates she'd taken in the years since her confinement had all been elven, Krogan's barrel chest and broad shoulders sang to that dark corner of her soul that burned to be their plaything once more.  She looked at the man's sensual lip--interpreted by the ivory tusks--and smiled as the fear receded to a healthy edge, and she hoped he'd seen nothing in her eyes but a flash of submissive tension.<br/><br/>The green eyed turned now, straddling the orckin's lap so that the top upper length of his member pressed against her dampening--but not yet ready--blossom.  She pressed her breasts into his hard chest and stretched up, green eyes playful and needy, she nipped at his chin and pursued her lips invitingly.