<div class="floatleft">(http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn313/NovemberWerewolf/Female%20Characters/the_thief_by_deathknowz-d5e1lhi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>La’ora<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Below the Ragged Flagon<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early-ass morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ryst [Closed]<br/><br/><br/><hr/>There was nothing quite like the right amount of pain with sex. The sensation never failed to cause shivers to trickle up along her spine, causing the thief’s heart to beat erratically and with excitement. Like a switch, she felt her body powering up, stimulating nerves and glands that began to echo with her pleasure. Tao moaned, a long and slow sound that rolled from her throat and echoed in their private room. Small beads of crimson began to form on her thighs, but she grinned crookedly down at Ryst, rather than take it as any sign of threat. The woman knew what she liked; that included those clever fingers that were already wet with the woman’s excitement, as well as that clever tail that acted as if it had a mind of its own. She was just clever all together.<br/><br/>“You always knew how to charm me like a stubborn lock,” La’ora cooed, lifting her chin and shivered as she began to rock against those fingers. She never stopped her own, even as one knee pushed Ryst’s legs further apart. “Gods above, you fiend, you never fail to out-do me!” While biting at her lower lip, La’ora whimpered, feeling her pleasure building, getting closer while the small cluster of blood on her thighs beaded together and slowly trailed a path down. Determined, she worked her fingers faster. If she was going to cum first, she hoped at least to force Ryst to follow directly behind.