She was my paramour. At first she wanted me to refer to her as my slave, as in sex-slave, but I didn't like the term. Too many other names and titles ...idn't set well with me either because they were too derogatory, so we settled on paramour and both of us had grown used not only to the name, but her actions.Chloe dropped to her knees in front of me, hugging my legs. It wasn't a simple hug but her rubbing as much of her body against me as possible, and she had gotten good at it too. The movement. "What's the matter?" She asked smiling. "Why do you look at me like that?" That's easy. Disbelief that you are finally here," I replied. "Would you like something to drink and oh yes these are for you." I handed her the flowers and I could see that she was not over enamoured to receive them. "What's wrong?" Oh lover they're beautiful but you didn't need to buy them you know," she answered sniffing them. "There is something else for you but that's for later," I added."Now you shouldn't buy me. As always Anita came first, but this time was different as she just quietly mewed and shuddered as waves of orgasm coursed through her tiny body. When I came, she just looked into my eyes as each jet of my seed went deep into her body. We just held each other in the afterglow, oblivious to everything around us. We each knew that we would never be complete without the other.We had completely forgotten that there was another in the room, that Kathy was sharing our bed. At some point during our. Thrust into the bowels of an elf, it churned and ruined, wrecking the bowel and bruising organs deep within. The violent, merciless pounding of a virgin asshole leaving the violated elf in gasping agony, his life's blood, shit and the copious slime of orc jism flowing from his stretched and ruined anus while he was grasped by the hair and forced to lick clean the soiled phallus of his destructor.His bruised lips were forced apart, spread wide and painfully by orc meat being pumped forcefully.