Bina was a high Elf like Jaseth and the rest of the royal family, but she was one of the rare ones. While high Elves averaged five ten to seven feet, ...he barely topped four and half. Some would call it a disabilaty, but between her amazing dexterity and blinding speed no one could lay a blade on her in practice, not even her captain. Her jet black hair was croped short for combat, and her C cup breasts looked huge on her tiny frame. When they were not on the dance floor they were downing wine. With that Marcel started to push into my wife. He took a few very short strokes, then pushed a bit more. Erin gasped at first and then Marcel stopped, letting her adjust to his girth. After a few more seconds he pulled back, then pushed again. He got a bit deeper every time and I was loving seeing the line of her wetness getting further and further up his cock every time he pulled back. The contrast of his very black cock going in and out of my pale wife’s pink pussy was simply incredible. The. . .enin'o'tac!” As soon as she had spoken the final syllable, a black coil appeared behind her, hovering in the air. . . .and slowly starting to unwind. When it was completely unfurled, its true nature and purpose was clear: a whip. While the leather weapon seemed to have no one guiding its actions, it already had a target. Once, twice, the tightly braided length circled before it lashed out and unerringly found its mark. +Crack!+ the whip reported as it landed on the bare, ebony skin of the. I imagined Nick going down on me like he does and the fantasy took over. Within minutes, I was writhing like a whore, getting closer and closer to an orgasm. Just as I was about to send myself over the cliff, I felt something touch my face. Nick must be ready to go! Without opening my eyes, I reached out and grabbed Nick’s cock, only something was different. What I felt in my hands was not Nick. I opened my eyes and saw that I was holding a cock of mammoth proportions. It must have been ten.