That shiver, the soft sounds Ankari makes, Khoriya takes as further signs of fear, of the terror the elf no doubt feels to have a great beast atop him, rutting between his thighs.

Shame burns in the back of his mind, but the lusty animal is satisfied - more than satisfied, it purrs and purrs as powerful arm curls around Ankari, blunt claws catching against folds of fabric as he drags the elf a step back, all but flattening him against Khoriya's hard chest. His aching cock rubs oil-slick between warm thighs and sleek stockings, sweet friction and the helpless squirm of slim hips only riling him further.

Still, that primal hunger lingers as slavering jaws part once again, a long hot tongue licking beads of salt-sap sweat from Ankari's jaw, a scrape of fang against pointed ear. Control enough to restrain himself to a lick, a taste, a nip - nothing more.