THE WASTES
Dysea's eyes were half closed in passion, her breath coming in long slow gasps, her chest rising and falling as she tried to regain control of her racing heart. She could feel Tarifa's soft lips slowly kissing their way back up her supple body, her hands roaming gently over her still painfully erect nipples. What she had just experienced was unlike anything she had ever felt. Unlike Tarifa, Dysea had never been captured and raped by Alliance troops; she was far too skilled a warrior for that to happen. And while Tarifa had allowed more than a handful of male elves to take her to bed, Dysea had had only three lovers in her lifetime. None of the male elves who had shared her bed did so more than once, and Dysea had forgotten them within a week. She was sexually very inexperienced, and until this day had never even entertained the thought of allowing a man, let alone a woman to do what Tarifa had just done to her.
