<strong>Isoke Naota<br/>Dorm A Hallway<br/>Tagged: Anya</strong><br/><br/>Isoke had no idea what Anya was doing with her tongue, but he knew for sure that it felt amazing.  He watched her as she worked her magic with a unyielding determination.  It was reassuring to see her working so eagerly to get another taste of his essence.  As she started taking his entire length into her throat, he couldn't help but gasp as an intense surge of pleasure rippled through him.  From there his breathing only grew hotter and heavier as she sucked him faster.  Anya was making short work of his endurance, though it wasn't as though he was trying to resist the inevitable; if his harpy was so fervent at getting his seed, there was no way he could deny her.  After a couple of minutes, Isoke could feel those sensations of ecstasy sinking deep into his entire body as he neared his climax.  By this point he was practically singing her a personalized song consisting entirely of moans, gasps, and blissful cries.<strong>"Oh, Anya, just like that!  I'm getting close!"</strong>