She woke softly, too drained to speak and too thirsty to question his motives, sucking eagerly at the water. He next fed her a piece of bread before g...ving her more drink, but now from a wineskin instead. She was unwilling to take any at first but he persisted. He knew she wouldn't need much as she was not a drinker, but he wanted her just drunk enough to keep her body relaxed and memory foggy. He put the skin down and undid his pants. He fed her leftover chicken before positioning himself. His cock swelled, when she leaned over; her rounded ass high in the air, forcing him to remember how tight her pussy had clung to his shaft. Beast, growing angry, realized that he was not the one in control. This innocent woman was mastering him, not the other way around. Now infuriated, he wrenched the windows wide open. “Leave what does not belong to you alone, and get your ass in here,” he bellowed, not fully sure if he was referring to his roses or his heart. Belle, startled by his loud. Something was different about this fight compared to the other ones. For one, the kobolds were noisy. They constantly chattered at each other in a harsh-sounding language, and Vennoa could somehow almost understand what they were saying. Perhaps it was their body language and gestures, but it was clear to her that they were discussing tactics to overwhelm the party.No such luck today for you! Vennoa smirked, and slashed the dagger across the chest of the kobold attacking her. The kobold tried. "He brushed my hair back off of my shoulders and slid the spaghetti straps down my arms. He slid the silky material down over my arms and slowly off my breasts until they came free. He sighed deeply and licked his lips. He lightly brushed his fingers over my nipples and lifted each breast reverently. He gently ran his thumbs over my nipples and seemed pleased when they hardened almost instantly.He lowered his mouth to my breasts and started licking the nipples softly. He squeezed them together.