<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong><acronym title="Loose">Luus</acronym>Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726956#msg15726956)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Turian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Merc/Demolitionist Vanguard<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><strong>DATE:</strong></span>20th, December 2174 CE - Evening<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>As Shown<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Luus' quarters<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Morale Boost<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Ashton | Closed<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Her teasing stirred something viscerally hungry in him, and as her legs hooked around his shoulders and her hand gripped at his crests to guide him between her thighs, he knew that she was more than happy to feed into it. She was as wild as he hoped, maybe even more so, and it drove him into his next action without a second thought.<br/><br/>He snatched the bottle of dextro-amino liquor from her hand and tipped it, letting it splash against her chest and run between her soft breasts, along her flexing abs, and to his waiting maw. He enveloped her mound in his mandibles, tongue swirling to collect every drop of liquor that reached him. Then, greedy for more, he pushed forward just a ways to loll his long, blue tongue out, gliding it, slithering and snake-like, along her glistening abs. He cleaned them thoroughly, missing not an inch of her beautiful, muscled stomach and instead leaving it glistening with his own salivation.<br/><br/>But he wasn't full, not yet. He moved back down, following her guiding hand and legs, and closed his mandibles around her labia, squeezing to expose her clit. Icy blue eyes pierced hers as his arms wrapped around her hips and held her firmly against his devouring maw as his tongue slithered from her belly to run its underside along her clit. Then the powerful, wriggling tip of the muscle lingered, teasing the bead of ultimate sensitivity for a little while longer, until he grew tired of waiting. Gluttony was the key, after all.<br/><br/>His tongue dipped lower, the topside now gliding against her clit as the tip pushed hungrily against her entrance. It writhed and wiggled until it drove itself inside her waiting, delectable heat, and it wasted not time in surging forward in wild, exploring thrusts to earn more and more of her dripping honey. And all the while he held her close, close enough to grind his tongue against her clit even as it thrust and swirled within her pussy.