<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/725697-1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name: Tyson Riggs</strong><br/><strong>Location: Infirmary</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Zitka, Saki, Sayaka</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Tyson smiled from behind Zitka's small form, persisting in the gentle nibbling of her ear, as well as the rough treatment of the perky nubs on her chest. It was an odd situation, in his opinion. He wasn't like Sayaka, or Saki by the looks of it. He'd never engaged in such things as public sex..the thought might've usually embarrassed him on any normal day. But this, obviously, was<strong>far</strong>from a normal day. A carriage ride through the dark forest, monster girls, learning that he was practically a sperm dispenser. Nothing about this day was normal..but there was something about this place that he loved already. It went beyond the dorms, beyond the girls and the sexual air that poured throughout this place. It even went beyond his new 'mate,' as the thing he loved about Madam Arachne's was something he'd been looking for practically all his life; being here was an incredibly liberating experience! No parents, forcing their views, at least not for him. No snobs trying to get him to conform. As strange, and even potentially dangerous as this place was, he could be himself without fear. So, why not cut loose a little?<br/><br/>Tyson shuttered softly at the sound of Zitka's groan, closing his eyes and nuzzling into the her ear slightly once more. His firm grip on her nipples loosened until he eventually released them, and he reached up, untying his bandana and clipping his hair, letting it all fall over his shoulders and down his back. From there, he shed his shirts, and haphazardly tossed them over his shoulder, revealing his tone, tan core in it's entirety. Along his right pectoral, and all the way up his arm, a tribal tattoo laid sprawled in a pattern of expertly crafted to his liking. What seemed like merely an artful mass of patterns and shapes along his chest took shape the farther it traveled down his arm, ending in the long body of a dragon that wrapped around his forearm.<br/><br/>Her rested his hands on his mate's shoulders then, closing his eyes as he felt her press her moist sex onto his bulge. His hips began to move almost on cue, rocking up against her and still managing to keep the two from sliding off the bed. He felt her moistness seep through the fabric, and began to feel it against his boxers. Before he could truly revel in the warmth however, Zitka began to move, teasing his lips with a kiss. His eyes remained focused on her shapely form then, and then on the firm grip she took when she finally released his throbbing member. The strong hold brought forth a sudden gasp, low moans following as her tongue softly cleaned the accumulated moistness from his ever sensitive tip. "Mmm..Y-yeah..out of there.." He opened his uncovered eye, smiling gently as he reached up and removed his eye-patch, revealing his striking, grey eye, directly contrasting his blue one. "Be carelful...remember what I said just a moment ago..don't take a bite out of me.."