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Tina slowly strokes her dark elf's raging hard-on. She feels her own heart beating faster and her face getting warmer as she watches him mewl, moan, and writhe under her tender touches. His eyes are shut tight, and he is completely lost in the moment.

The buxom blonde squeezes her thighs together and bites her lip as she feels her purloined pink thong getting wet. This man, this formerly fearsome pirate, is completely under her control!

A wicked idea comes to her and she suddenly stops playing with him. He grunts in confusion as her hands slide out of his last scrap of clothing, his cock straining to burst out of the only thing protecting his modesty.

"Why did you stop?!" He whines. "I was sooooo close!"

"Only good boys get to cum," she tells him matter-of-factly. "And good boys don't wear panties."

"F-fine! Then take them!" The drow says without an ounce of shame as he raises his hips further into the air. "Y-you've already taken everything else!"

Tina's eyes go wide and she bites her lip, struggling against her own lust as she wills herself not to rip his last shred of dignity from him.

"Uh-uh," Tina says as she playfully pulls on the waistband. "If you really want to show you've become penitent, you need to remove them yourself and give them to me."

L'Abbee's charcoal-colored cheeks turn crimson and he shudders in shame. "W-what?" He manages to stammer.

Tina grabs him by the wrist as she pushes him onto his back on the wagon's bench and pins him under her commanding (and weighty) form.

"Show me what kind of man you really are, S'Poo-Gee," the lewd lady whispers as she leans forward and nibbles on his sensitive ear.

The dark elf gulps and gasps as he fights not to cum then and there. He likes this girl. No, he loves her. Or m-maybe it's lust? A million thoughts and emotions cloud his over-stimulated brain. He can't think straight, but still, the thought of having to go naked until... until who's know when... sends a shiver down his spine.

"Be a man... my man..." the power-and-sex crazy noblewoman says as she slides off of him.

"I... I'll be seen! I... I'll be j-judged... l-like a piece of meat!" He whimpers as his hands subconsciously drift down his abdomen towards the throbbing, five-inch pole tenting his silk underwear. "All those eyes on me... lusting after me..." He stammers, a cold sweat breaking out on his brow as his thumbs hook their way into his underwear's waistband. "It... it'll be just like the Underdark!"

A sea of shame, embarrassment, and humiliation wash over L'Abbee as he stands up on the wagon. His breathing is ragged and his knees are knocking together.

Tina is leering at him, pure lust in her eyes, as she kneads her own breasts and crotch through her clothing. "Do it..." she commands in a husky, hoarse growl.

The drow trembles, closes his eyes, and nervously shimmies out of his last piece of clothing. He gasps as the cold cave air kisses his freshly-exposed cock once more.

Tina gasps too, her own body shuddering in... in a mini-orgasm?! But the dark elf doesn't notice. He steps out of his discarded garment, and bends over. He nervously tries, and fails, to pick the panties up, trying once, twice, and then thrice to successfully grab them as he awkwardly bends over again and again (to Tina's immense delight).

On his fourth attempt, L'Abbee finally scoops them up, and then presents them to his human lover, surrendering the last of his clothing and his dignity.

"W-what n-now?" He asks in hushed whisper.