Hilda makes her move

Silvia stammered and stuttered, all of her authority and sense of smug superiority had been washed away by the water, leaving behind a small, frightened, and adorably waterlogged little cutie.

Her wet, white hair (well silver really, but hey, you gotta go with alliteration), clung to her face as her little lips trembled and her eyes grew wide and doe-like.

She was paralyzed in utter fear as this big, fat cow of a human **** held in her (to weak little Silvia anyway) strong, vice-like grip.

With one hand, Hilda grabbed her chin and made her look into her eyes.

Hilda had long had a thing for dark elves, ever since her encounter with that drow ambassador. And now, after all she's been through, and with such a cutie-patootie (Hilda had been told that was an Elven word) right in front of her, she can't hold back.

In a shocking (well, to Silvia, anyway) show of dominance, Hilda reasserts her control of the situation.

She pulls the little dark elf towards her, and embraces her in a surprisingly tender hug before giving her a strong, commanding kiss right on Silvia's the lips.

The little drow squeaks and squirms, too shocked and confused to struggle, much like a little mouse being squeezed by a snake. Her heart is pounding and her toes are curling. What should she do?!

Then, Hilda breaks the kiss, a string of saliva to bridging their two mouths.

"I'm in charge now, understand?" Hilda boldly declares with a commanding tone and powerful presence she has not exerted in months.

Silvia can only look back at the big, beefy lady still holding her and silently nod as her cheeks burn red.