<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c9/63/0e/c9630e0c6068e86f4b1e84b432051bc8.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884572#msg15884572)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Leovic 'Leo' Stoneharth<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Half-Orc Apprentice Smith | Ametuer Fighter<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Evening | Week One, Day Two | Floor Two, Leo's room.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Puma<br/><strong>Note:</strong>Getting Steamy, Sexual Content likely to follow.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As promised, the Dwarf-raised Half-Orc was enraptured by Puma's story, especially the two latest ones. Thoughts of her fighting some mutant, violent bear had him riled up slightly; the hunger for battle and violence only barely satiated by his own self-measuring restraint. Her second story only gave his hunger a different route to follow. Need blossomed in his throat as a grumble encouraged her touch further. His prick, erect and large in her grasp, strained and flexed at her grasping and stroking. “<strong>I can't tell if that last one is an invitation or a challenge.</strong>” He said, smirking as he finally decided his plan for the evening. His free hand moved to his own trousers, tugging at the belt and pulling it away before starting to wiggle his hips in protest at the confinement of his own trousers.<br/><br/>Moments later, they were sliding free. Stripping away another layer of constraining clothes and letting her freely grasp the warmth of his cock – now only held back by a thin layer of underwear. His hand, free of the duty of stripping himself, reached up, stroking up her leg until it was cupping the warm flesh of her thighs. Finally, it moved up the curve of her ass and grasped the full, toned flesh before pushing his weight to one side. The end result was him rolling on top of her, still very much grasping her butt as he loomed over the woman who celebrated his warmth, and strength.<br/><br/>“<strong>No more questions?</strong>” He said, before leaning in and taking the woman's lips with his own. She'd feel his tusks first, scraping against her bottom lip before his lips parted so as to stroke against hers. His hand on her ass squeezed a firm handful of her flesh as the other hand moved under her shirt again, finding some of the knotted, gnarled flesh of one of the scars on her back and gently running his fingernails across it; worship and challenge rolled into one. His hips bucked closer to hers, encouraging her fingers by pressing the hotness of his cock so barely contained by thin cloth underwear against her own core.