<em>Rarovan's eyes closed, lost was he to the passions and the smells of the two women. Their breasts so supple and delicate to the touch, he almost didn't even notice he had been freed until Dawn's fingertips so adequately wrapped around his shaft. He growled loudly, a perfect imitation of a wolf as he only squeezed the girl's breasts with renewed vigor. He almost protested when the soft silk touch left his arousal, but it was almost immediately replaced with a slightly rougher hand. It did not possess the same grace as the former, but it was no less pleasing as it, unlike the other hand, stayed, and continued to tease and stroke. He let out a long lengthy sigh of pure content. <strong><em>Oh my gods, that is... don't stop...</em></strong> His hands eventually grew tired, wrapping around the girl's waists, as typical of the male who was being pleasured to become slightly lazy in his drunken stupor. His length twitched and throbbed, watching the two dancers, hypnotized by their every motion, his shaft pulsing out fluid as they got close enough to taste. At least to his thoughts. He was oblivious to the many staring eyes, since most were trained on the dancers, though perhaps a few would note the fact he was literally being stroked at the same more. All the while he continued to gaze hungrily at the dancers, then at Amalea, then Dawn.. Even Tamara could not escape this lusty male gaze. Whatever inhibition he might have had over his amorous intentions, were simply gone. He just enjoyed life at this very moment, taking no thoughts to the anything that might come.</em>