Editing Hil'ardil (section)

=== Part B ===
:Brakel still didn’t say a word. He just looked worriedly at the daemon infused woman sitting atop him. Dra’lith giggled and slid back softly, grinding her luscious hips down over his. She rubbed her hot, wet slit over the man’s limp shaft, groaning to herself as even the simplest touch made her mind reel in bliss. Brakel struggled silently, squirming on the ground, trying to get his hands free, trying to remove the stimulating massage, trying for anything.

:She let out a pleading groan, her hip rubbing up and down his as she kept him pinned. “Come on….” Her supple breasts bounced softly as she rubbed her wet netherlips over his rod. In no time, he was at full mast. His throbbing length squeezed between him and her waiting body. “Ooooh, that’s more like it.” She grinned as she gyrated her hips down a little more to tease the tied avenger.

:She leaned forward, her breasts just inches from Brakel’s face, and lifted her hips. She reached a hand back, pointing the pulsing shaft upwards. With a swift, smooth motion, she slipped the head of his hard member into her wet slit and pushed down. As she took in every bit of him and ground her hips against his, her chest arched and she let out a sharp moan. Brakel bit his lip harder, his hips involuntarily bucking up at her.

:Dra’lith grinned as she let the wonderful feelings wash over her. She knew Brakel wasn’t as ‘tough’ as Fineath, and she was going to have some fun with that. She slowly started bouncing on his lap, her wet walls hugging tightly against the warm meat inside her. She moaned lewdly, her plump, soft breasts bouncing with her as she rode the helpless Eldar. Brakel let out a small, restrained whimper as he tried to do what he knew he was supposed to do, but it was tough with so much feeling rushing through his body.

:She plunged him in and out of her faster, groaning out gently and coaxingly. “Oh…you feel so good inside me.” Brakel wasn’t able to keep his eyes off of her bouncing, curvaceous body. She was so incredibly enticing. It was only the threat of eternal damnation that kept him from taking joy in his situation. And the Great Enemy could work through even that small of a conduit.

:Dra’lith’s body worked Brakel’s, chipping away slowly but surely at his will. She leaned forward and kissed his cheek softly and repeatedly, her hips still rising and falling rhythmically. Brakel turned his face away from the tainted woman. She smirked and kissed down his neck, biting gently now and then as she took full advantage of him.

:Before long, Brakel was nearing his high point and it showed. He grunted and groaned, biting his lip and squirming. The Slaaneshi whore moaned in his ear, showing him how good he made her feel. Brakel whimpered softly, his mind silently begging her not to continue, but his body saying the opposite. Dra’lith saw it coming and she worked him closer and closer to it.  And just when he thought she was going to force it on him, she took it away. She slipped her hips up and off his still throbbing member and sat back up, straddling his stomach. Her wet slit pressed warmly against the Eldar’s firm stomach. She grinned down at him wickedly, knowing that currently he was her toy and playing with him was fun.