<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/OV6LkpI.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:  Chantal (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13129713#msg13129713)</strong><br/><br/><strong>COURTESEAN</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Engaged for the evening<br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Araxis<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Even if there was a lacking of any personal connection that kept passion at the surface, Araxis’s body … whatever his form beneath the shape he wore … was strong, his cock hard and full, and his hands perhaps sought to claim her, but they did so in a way that evoked a certain kind of pleasure, that eventually was indistinguishable from any other.<br/><br/>Chantal took pride in her craft, in her body, as well as in the adroit wit that had bought her a freedom that was at least preferable to the one she had possessed.  Each catch of Araxis’ breath as she caressed him with lips, tongue, teeth and hands was a victory, a proclamation that she belonged to none save herself, even in moments like these when she hired herself out for the pleasure of another.  Her will, her desire ...<br/><br/>That heated her from the inside out, imbuing its own kind of passion, adding fire and perhaps even a hint of gratitude, of worship, to her kisses, the bites of white teeth against dark skin, in the arches of her back that invited Araxis deeper with every filling thrust.  At the last, Chantal feigned nothing, giving herself over to the loa and to the spill of passion as she fell back upon the bed, her nails biting into his arms as she cried in the primal rhythm of the drums to the loa, and to the man whom they filled, in her mind, even as he filled her with each forceful thrust.<br/><br/>Her eyes opened as she climaxed, wide, staring into his face with something like rapture as she tried to see his visage, his true visage, the one that lurked beneath the form of every man in all its varied splendor …<br/><br/>And all the while, her legs wrapped around him, squeezing with the contractions of her body, claiming some part of him even as he sought to claim her … however tentative and impermanent their union.<br/>