“Just up there and turn right, Young Man” was the answer she gave in flawless Common. Miraculously, preparing to teach the familiar task allowed her to regain her composure. Not like those incompetent, small-cocked Jailers. She expected it to be as hard as the mace handle she was making when Kivan had first walked in. She caressed his muscular arms, resting her head on his shoulder. She decided she would permit him to do whatever he wanted. It was a shame more and more of her kind were losing their language. The urge to show her breasts to men must be one of those foolish things. Even the Qeynos Guard did not come down into these more mysterious tunnels and passageways through which she was now wandering. Why wasn’t he doing something about it? She was sure they would enjoy her blowjobs. Though himself a Wood Elf, Kivan grew up on a farm and had never seen so many Feir’Dal.
