Chapter 19
by 
Yelawolf
Do you dominate Minthara or let the Drow take the lead in this sexual encounter?
Let Minthara take the lead
She smirks, her eyes gleaming with a mix of desire and power as she senses your hesitation. "Do not be shy," she purrs, her hand guiding yours to her underwear, which is already damp with anticipation. "You have proven yourself on the battlefield. Now, prove yourself to me. Unless you want a strong woman hand in your life."
Her hand reach down to her underwear, and with a deft motion, she pulls it aside, revealing her glistening folds. The sight of her wetness sends a jolt of primal hunger through you, and you feel the tadpole's power surging within you, demanding to be satiated. You lean in, the scent of her arousal filling your nostrils as you kiss her, tasting the sweetness of victory on her lips.
"Mmm lick my cunt handsome. Shower me with the warmth of your tongue," she urges, her voice thick with lust. You obey, unable to resist the siren's call of her body and the whispers of the tadpole. You dip your head, your tongue parting her slick folds, tracing the delicate seam of her pussy. She arches her back, a gasp escaping her lips as you find her clit, flicking it gently at first, then more insistently as she moans and bucks her hips against your face.
The tadpole's whispers grow louder, filling your mind with images of the power you will gain. You can almost feel the energy coiling within her, waiting to be claimed. Your mouth works fervently, eager to please, eager to taste her climax. Her legs tremble as your tongue circles her clit, faster and faster, until she cries out in release, her body shuddering with the **** of her orgasm.
Her foot finds your shaft, stroking it through your pants as you continue to lick her to climax. The drow play with your hair, her nails grazing your scalp, sending sparks of pleasure and pain through you. "Now," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear, "it is time for you to claim your reward."