The difference in height between the two was significant. Nettelis possessed the energy of a mommy milf, an aura of ancestral strength enveloped that body, which was delicate and dangerous at the same time.
The elf then stretched out one of her hands and placed it on the boy's face. "Your skin is so warm..." she said, her voice echoing through the hall.
Ryan took a deep breath, "Are you sure Hol'gera is dead?" he asked.
The milf nodded, "Yes, Ryan. The death of such a powerful being is like a scream in the midst of emptiness, I was able to hear the last words of the chief of the ancestral flames."
Nettelis' heart was racing, her pussy was dripping as she kept touching the boy's face. It was easy to see what she wanted, an excuse to have violent sex.
