<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/93c9/i/2005/168/0/0/white_mage_under_the_robe_v__3_by_hoihoisan.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sara<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Manshealed Park - chapel room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Crorn<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Lo," Sara chanted, gently swaying side to side where she knelt as Crorn unfastened himself, "Lo, do I behold the rod of lorldly might." As Crorn sprang free, her mouth watered a bit, and she chanted, "Lo, do I worship the rod of lordly might." She shivered as her fingers were wrapped around the length, and she took hold of the grail, held the collect the earliest releases from the tip, "Do, in awe of it, do I drink of its wisdom and submit to its power."<br/><br/>She began stroking motions with her hands. She flicked her eyes up, with a receptive 'how am I doing' facial expression as she looked up at him, and she craned her head forward. Her tongue flicked out, and stole a few of the droplets that were meant for the grail. She let her head sway back again, as the droplets trickled back over the length of her tongue. She smacked her lips, and swallowed, and moaned, 'Thank you, my chieftain, for this sacred gift, for the divine taste of godly power. Lo, do I worship to draw forth my chieftain's pearls of wisdom..."<br/><br/>Her head swayed forward again. As she maintained a stroking rhythm of much of his slider-busting length, her lips sealed around the bulbous head. She began to kiss wetly, and to suckle, and to lick the head of the cock that she had enveloped within her mouth.<br/><br/>Her red head began to bob in a soft rhythm, and she made muffled wet sounds of sucking, as she took more and more of the meat within her mouth, and sucked with an eager energy upon the great girth.