I couldn't choke him any longer. But how could he breathe now? “He'll come—”Earth exploded before Nathalie. Dirt spilled off the insectoid form....His mandibles slammed into Nathalie. My sex slave screamed as he wrenched his head, neck twisting. The straps of her armor snapped. Prince Meinard ripped open her breastplate as his weight knocked her to the ground. Her small breasts came into view, exposed and vulnerable. His clawed hands lanced down at her chest, his hungry mouth lunging down to. Remember? He loves you, too... or at least he lusts after you. I can sense his male pheromones whenever you two are in a room together.” He laughed slightly, “They aren’t as powerful as your pheromones when he is near, but they prove that you lust after each other.”“Is that why you used his image in this dream?” Marcella asked.“It isn’t a dream,” he responded. “This is real. It is just a reality that I can control.”“I’m sorry,” she said. “And it is a reality I love. I often imagine myself on an. Taller than the average Hobbit, butthat knee length beard really burned Frodo's chops. After all, whatwoman wants to kiss some fucker that can kep you warm just with hisfacial hair?And the fucking elf! Six fucking feet tall, no beard, but hair on hishead down to his ass. Shit, most of the women Frodo knew didn't havehair that long! And of course every fucking elf thought anyone whowasn't and elf was some kind of lower life form.He considered his fellow Hobbits and shook his head. Sam was hung. I throw my knee over him so I am straddling his body, my hips above his groin. His erection is lying impressively under the silk of his boxer shorts, and I slowly lower myself onto it, only silk and lace separating our hot flesh. I lower myself down to kiss his mouth, my hands on his shoulders holding him lightly down, and although he is more than strong enough to resist, again he allows me to do so. My bare nipples brush his chest and I do not know who is enjoying the sensation more he or I. .