Trent woke up to the distant sounds of gaming machinery assembling and the indistinct chatter of different accents. He rolled over on his bed and reached for Ascezeca's soft melons as usual, but his hands grabbed nothing.
Trent quickly jolted up. He studied the master-sized bed and confirmed his brown elf wasn't there. A glance at the Stound Gauge showed that it was two hours after daytime; she had indeed adhered to his orders and made her way into the keep once the time came—one hour after.
He quickly got off the bed and headed to the shower, where he took a nice cold shower and received yet another blowjob from Morveth while washing up.
Trent had come to a conclusion: Morveth's mouth was magnificent, and his cock always found its way in. Hazula was good as well, but he had to give it to the witch this time. On the other hand, Hazula's pussy was wonderful! And her white body—the way everything jiggled was beyond belief!