Lorn bobs her head in agreement.

She blushed guiltily at the words. Once a proud and haughty high elf Lorn had been reduced to a sluttish sex **** by her own folly and the wicked Magic’s of her master. Bargle was her master!? The very thought made her new sex quiver and drip. She could feel her juices sliding down her inner thighs and as she sucked she imagined her master filling her sex with his tasty cock.

Lorn knew her thoughts and desires were being controlled. This wasn’t a charm. She didn’t love or trust Bargle. She wanted him carnally.

Bargle reaches down and absently fondled her breasts, gripping the stud that transfixed one of her hard and overly sensitive nipples and twisted it. Lorn gasped and shuddered, realising that her peircings must be magical. One in each nipple and one in her clit. The things were arousing her. Bargle grunted and she felt his cock swell as he started to cum. She swallowed hungrily.