It had been raining for two days straight. The earth outside reduced to mud and sludge and it was nearly impossible to get anywhere easily. The rain hammered against the old rickety roof, unrelenting. Inside, however, it was warm and cozy, a nice fire roared in the fireplace, spreading its heat throughout the lonely house atop the Duskwood Cemetary. A small bar was placed nearby the fireplace and the thick bear rug in front of it. A tall man with broad shoulders was tending to it, creating a drink for himself and two others. Once done, he glided over to the seated elf to hand one drink off. Then to the rigidly placed human next to her, but not too close.
Abakin resided in a very luxurious chair, dark red leather with brass studs on the front of the armrests, shiny and brilliant. He took a sip of his strong drink and clicked his teeth together, setting the glass on his left leg. Moriane watched him with curiosity and amazement as she drank from hers. The man stared forward at the fire, the drink untouched and left by his side, the flames danced before him. He was not himself, a spell washed over him. Abakin glanced at the fire and then toward Mori, who was looking at him. He took a swig of his drink and twisted his lips that were now forced into a grin. Moriane arched her brow and knocked back the rest of her drink, looking at the hunk of a man. Abakin gestured for her to stand up before him, his eyes not leaving hers for one second as she obeyed. Without breaking eye contact he called for the man on the ground, who sharply peered toward the caller and stood up as well, falling beside Moriane.
"Rock, I want you to undress Moriane for her, with care." Abakin's grin twisted even more into a smile as Moriane was about to reject before holding her tongue before him.
"Yes, master." Rock responded, turning towards Moriane and placed his hands on her gloves, tugging them off almost as soon as he touched them. Rock continued to move his hands over her body, her bracers come off next, then her shoulder pads. He was behind her now, she faced Abakin in the large red chair. His hands wrapped around Mori's waist as her belt is pulled off, his hands gestured against her calves for her to lift her legs. Mori gazed at Abakin with a small grin on her lips, she wasn't sure how she felt about Rock undressing her like a schoolgirl, but somehow she found it exciting as Abakin peered at her with his bright green eyes. She raised her arms to the sky as Rock slips off her jerkin, revealing her two luscious mounds of flesh. She was completely comfortable as Rock started to undo her pants. Once the pants fell to the ground, Abakin raised a single finger and beckoned her closer, his position in the chair very comfortable and a bulge rested against his inner thigh. Rock stood patiently awaiting further orders with his hands held behind his back.
Moriane stepped out of the pants and lowered herself to her knees before Abakin. She settled her hands on his knees and slid them softly towards his hips. Her long fingers traced his bulge teasingly, temptation rose within her. She gripped it through his trousers and pumped it once or twice, grinning up at him. He moved his free hand down to unbutton and unzip his pants. His drink came up to his lips to finish it off, then sat the drink on a little table next to the chair. She reached into his pants and pulled out the large cock, the heat from it was welcoming. Her long fingers wrapped around his shaft and started to pump it gingerly, her eyes stared up at him. She brought the head to her lips and kissed it teasingly, then her tongue lashed out and ran the length of him. Before she knew it he was in her mouth, her head bobbed up and down at a steady pace.