<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/><br/>La’ora felt her brow furrow with concentration, cheeks flushing with heat as lust and desire in the most primal of ways began to flood through her body. It was getting difficult to breathe calmly, and the exertion could be seen in the rapid rise and fall of her breasts which were currently falling victim to the frisky feline’s mouth. It was everything she could do to keep from screaming out loud, but knowing how she worked in the past… well it wouldn’t stay that way for long. Ryst always had the better fingers than she.<br/><br/>“Oh gods…” There it was; the familiar swell of sensation, the way her breath began to shudder in her chest just as her spine arched and her hips seized. The orgasm hit La’ora without mercy, causing the thief to writhe on the Khajiit’s lap as her body clenched tightly around those furry fingers. Had she something to bite into it would have torn with her teeth. Instead, she settled with bundling her fist tightly in the sheets, leaving the other still working the woman with fervor and determination. Just because the Ghost lost this particular battle didn’t mean she would go down without a fight. In the very least she wanted to send Ryst crashing to orgasm along with her.<br/><br/>Her orgasm began to fade, allowing other sensations to follow; tight muscles, pleasurable shivers, and a crack in her neck as she let her shoulders slump and her body to release the variety of knots and tension they had been holding into place. The afterglow, as it always was, was delicious. “Mmm, good kitty…”