<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/>The thief would never get bored of Ryst and her forward ways. Foreplay was in the form of shredding clothing, and she<em>liked</em>that about her. Sometimes she found not having choices was a luxury, one that was presented as a gift when it was given by someone she without a doubt, trusted. So Tao didn’t retaliate, not when she was looking forward, eagerly, to the outcome. Down onto the feathered mattress she went. Over her hips the feline straddled, soon enough getting to the point that<em>others</em>considered to be foreplay. Not her. She was already worked up and ready. Tao placed her hands on the Khajiit’s thighs, soothing her palms up until her fingers once again were able to pass between. She plunged one finger in deep, despite the dominating position the cat had over her.<br/><br/>“You dangle information over my head? Kitty, I will stretch and strain to get it, we both know that.” Two fingers now, worked in past those delicate folds before curling slightly. She knew the spots that made Ryst shriek. She would exploit them now, eager to please, eager to learn. Clever fingers finely tuned to snatch pretty bobbles not meant for her showed no less expert care to their taste now. For good measure, however, La’ora placed the thumb of her free hand over Ryst’s clit, slowly caressing tight circles around it, using her own excitement as lubricant.<br/><br/>The distraction was to serve for multiple purposes. The first was to tease the woman’s body with pleasure, to push her along with those exciting shivers until her breathing grew long and loud, and her hips squirmed for more. But really, because Tao knew her disadvantages with her fellow thief, she was using it to give Ryst something else to focus on; and when she was lost to the throws of passion, perhaps hoping Tao would move her fingers faster, edging closer to release, Tao struck. Both legs lifted, locked just under the Khajiit’s ribs, and the thief pushed with her core, flipping them over. Now she was on top, allowing Tao to push those two fingers in much deeper as she settled into the position of dominance. “I want to hear kitty scream.”