<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0080"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Yakari Aeide</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The youngest son of the Earl of Eastshire</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/e502d570-9e84-4133-bfed-cd10f89cd1f5_zpsb0fae3ac.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Yakari suddenly pulled the long skirts up, which was more difficult than he had expected it, as the fabric wasn't as soft as it looked. But finally he managed it and while one of his hands still fondled with her breast, the other moved over the inside of Amena's thigh until he reached her core. He could the soft shivers of Amena under his touches. There was no denial that she wanted him and he wanted her. But somehow having her so helpless and totally in his hand aroused him.<br/> <br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“How long can you stand my touches before you beg me to make you happy, my lady?”</span><br/> <br/>A smug smile was on his lips as he knew that probably Amena was already far over the point where she wanted to be touched and the only thing she really wanted now was to feel him inside her. And Yakari was more than willing to give her that pleasure but he wanted to her begging for it. He wanted her to be soaking wet and full of need, he wanted her to forget about anything on her mind and him being the only thing in her mind, in her world. It should only be him and her and total ignorance of the world around them. This was his goal he wanted to achieve, that Amena totally forgot about the anger and frustration she had endured again today with Gregorio and Alexander.</div>