<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Lilandra_Firefeather.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2a/Myrinida5.jpg)</div><strong>Elora Shaiel</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Z5hAA-C4BQNPkX8sdBsjDowpXRQ7MuMp84o6QoTFkYg/edit)<br/><br/><br/>Elora shivered for a diferent reason now . Her master's strong hand wandered her ebony flesh, hot tingles spreading through her body, drowing out the sore and the tired, banishing the old with his heat.  The ebony girl gave a needy maon, tipping her lips, pleading with her master for a kiss.<br/><br/>The situation finaly began to catch up wtih her, then.  Switching ot the common tongue of man, Elora gasped out, "You're soaked to the bone, my prince.  Please permit me to help you."  She sat, sheets sliding down her big, beautiful breasts, and made a series of elegent gestures, chanting in what was at once languege and natural force...<br/><br/>Elora smiled up at him when she was through drying him, adding a flourish that cleand his clothes as well.  "Does that help, my prince?  It seems we've escaped the storm?  What has happened?"<br/><br/>She softly chanted to dry and clean herself, and the sheets as well.