<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/>If things had started off strange, they only kept getting stranger as he found himself – in all of this madness – somehow petting the teal scalp of the scarred Elven druidess atop him. Her wiggle was not missed, and encouraged the growth of the tensing length just so. “<strong>Druid...moon-daughter...Puma? Puma...</strong>” He rolled all of what she said around his mouth just in time for her to roll her hips and grind against him. The soft grunt of surprise and of unexpected pleasure had him jerk slightly, his hand gripping her shoulder for a moment to briefly slow down all of the...well...everything.<br/><br/>“<strong>This is...a lot to take in.</strong>” He said, not really dedicating to a tone that was dismissive, but nor was it instantly welcoming. Everything was starting to make his head thump, but his hand released her shoulder and slowly coming to rest on her back instead. It was dangerously close to an embrace, but how could he resist? The warmth of her body, the sweet smell of her hair, the musical whimsy of her little purring delight at his presence...To be wanted was intoxicating, even more so than the wine. “<strong>I suppose I wouldn't mind sharing a bed with you, Puma...</strong>” He was still slightly confused by everything, but his body's response was anything but. The hardness of his prick still strained against his clothing and pressed against her with an obvious heat, and his arm had wrapped around her in a moment of acceptance.<br/><br/>She asked what he was, and he shrugged, his entire body moving underneath her. His free hand wiggled slightly as he shimmied one of his shoulders after the shrug, eventually letting his arm slip free of the shirt, and then moments later it pulled the shirt off of his frame entirely. She seemed to like his smell, and his warmth, so why not offer more? “<strong>I am...well, I guess I-</strong>” He cut himself off, the complication of it all proving difficult to talk about in the moment of shared warmth and flustering confusion. Instead he leaned up and pressed himself closer to her, letting the warmth of the Orcish Smith permiate through the Druidess, as his hand on her back gripped her side and dragged her with him into a more comfortable position on the bed. His head could now rest on the pillow, his almond eyes staring up at the mystery on top of him. “<strong>Why are you here? You said you have people, and yet you are alone in Amberdale? Why is that?</strong>” Curiosity didn't stop his hands from wandering, slowly the firm grip on her hip moved down to her back, sliding the tips of his rugged fingers underneath the hem of her shirt and stroking along her back. They explored, undeterred and encouraged by the woman's own boldness.