<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9b/Gormr.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gormr<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Asaria's Room, The Frozen Hearth<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Asaria Lao (Closed)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Gormr thought that Asaria was a great sport in the bedroom from their first time together, even though it was terribly short as far as he was concerned. But he felt his strength and energy returning as he lay on the bed staring at her. The promise her clothing eluded to concerning her figure was true. He spent the few moments he had taking in her features, determining what he would do to make her time better. But she was not one to let him dictate all the terms of their time together.<br/><br/><em>“When I’m ready?”</em><br/><br/>He heard the humour in her voice, along with what sounded like a light challenge. Gormr was growing to like the mind and character of the woman who's room he was sharing. The spill of her hair and the way her body moved screamed of her enjoyment of the pleasures of the bed as she left a trail of kisses from his stomach to a place further south. The passage of her lips and tongue along his dampened and rapidly solidifying length drew a very appreciative growl from deep within his body. The chains of lethargy were cleanly broken by her actions, and Gormr was rapidly developing his plans while starting to put them into action.<br/><br/><em>“I certainly do hope you mean that.”</em><br/><br/>His plans were put on hold as Asaria took charge, along with his curiosity. The kisses and light nips were throwing more fuel onto the fire raging within him. His head rolled back once she had him fully erect, the passage of her hand flooding his mind with bliss, while her lips and teeth added a counterpoint to her manual efforts. He felt another nip, a little more intense than the previous ones, but it was soon lost in another rush of bliss from her combined play. The way the bliss seemed to ebb and flow in such a languid manner was so different, yet so appealing that he would never deny her the chance to repeat her sensual ways again, if he was ever fortunate to share a bedchamber with her once more.<br/><br/>He felt her move from her place. Gormr lifted his head enough to see her near perfect form kneeling near him, her hand still casually stroking him and keeping him hard. He had enjoyed the company of women who enjoyed being with a man in that manner, but none of them seemed to be as... engaging as Asaria, or as willing to devote themselves to his pleasure as she had.<br/><br/><em>“What do you see as ‘proper’, Nord? How do you feel?”</em><br/><br/>Gormr laughed, feeling a little winded and light headed than he had a few moments before. He breathed hard for a few moments, while staring at her with a hunger for a woman that had not been properly filled.<br/><br/>"Proper is not finishing so quickly that the woman is not blessed with her passions, at least a few times. I feel..." He took a few more deep breaths, before he lunged and grabbed Asaria's shoulders and pulled her down so her face was level with his, and only a fraction of an inch apart. "I feel that I need to take you again." His hands shifted down to her hips, guiding her until she straddled him. "I took my pleasure from you the first time, now you take yours from me. When I get my wind back, then we can try some other ways of pleasing each other."<br/><br/>Both hands went to her hair, fisting within the generous length of her hair to bring her into a deep, raw and passionate kiss.