<strong>Isoke<br/>Dorm B5<br/>Tagged: Anya</strong><br/><br/>It was surprising by how much Anya responded to his touch, even though he had done little more than light caressing and deep kissing.  Isoke was glad to see she was the dominating type, but not so much so to limit what he could do to her in kind.  Not to mention how careful she was when one slip in caution could inflict a good number of injuries.  Even when her fangs once again extended into their kiss, she was aware of them and made sure their mingling tongues avoided their dagger sharp points.<br/><br/>His eyes went wide when flames literally began tracing along her body and yet he felt nothing as they licked against his vulnerable flesh.  It was clear that they were real given the way the air around her visibly stirred from the heat like the surface of a hot stove.  In his experience with fire based monster girls, control over their flames was one thing, but fire was still fire and when it pressed against his skin it should have burned him like the countless students he had seen treated for such injuries.  Not that he was complaining, but it was definitely something worth investigating.<br/><br/>A chuckle escaped his throat when she mentioned she was hot, thinking it was said as a pun.  Though the sincerity on her face made him think otherwise, or at least for the brief instant before he was pulled back into another deep kiss.  He felt her grip tighten around him as her balance shifted and knew what to expect as the two dropped to the dorm floor, ultimately ending up with Anya straddling his hips.  Her cry of pleasure was mirrored by his own as he felt the unbelievable damp heat from her soaked pussy press against his length.  At that moment he felt a desperate need to press his cock into the source of that warmth that he knew would redefine the meaning of pleasure to him.  Isoke writhed wantonly beneath her as she continued to rake at his chest and press her lips against his sensitive nipple.  His hands returned to her hips to press her more firmly against his manhood as he was eager to feel more of that blissful contact.<br/><br/>Though he heard her question, it took him a little while to organize his thoughts as his mind was awash by the sensation of her sliding the source of that wonderful heat along his shaft.  Eventually, he remembered the curiosity he had only moments before.  Asking it proved equally difficult between his moaning as she continued to gyrate against him.  "How is it-- mmmmmm-- that I am not being burned by your touch.  You seemed as surprised by- oooooh - by it as I was."