<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9b/Gormr.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gormr<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Asaria's Room, The Frozen Hearth<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Asaria Lao<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Asaria. The single word seemed to sum her up very well. Exotic, tempting, alluring with just that hint of danger. The way she stood was more of a flowing action. He hadn't seen that level of grace in anyone before, and it feed the now felt growing lust within him. She took up her possessions and drink with the same fluid motions that left him imagining what she would be like between the sheets of her bed.<br/><br/><em>“Asaria Lao. You’re quite the gentleman, Gormr. I hope that doesn’t extend too far in the bedroom… I bite when I get excited.”</em><br/><br/>Gormr laughed softly and grinned broadly. "As long as you don't take too big a piece when you bite, I don't mind at all."<br/><br/>He saw the indication, and nodded. To his surprise, Asaria then walked off toward the room they were going to share. He openly and boldly watched her as she almost stalked away from the table. His eyes drifted all over, straying to her hips the most, wondering how they would feel under his tight grip. He downed the remainder of his ale, gathered the loose items of his, and followed her.<br/><br/>Gormr reached the doorway of the most secluded room of the Inn when he was made to pause. Asaria was facing away from him, one hand at the back of her neck. It only took a moment to show him why her hand was there. The top she wore fell from her body, revealing a well shaped body underneath. She had strength under her skin, how much he would find out soon enough. He let his eyes roam her nakedness, enjoying everything he saw. The way she looked over her shoulder at him got him heated up even further<br/><br/><em>“Please lock it behind you. I’d hate for anyone to try and take a peek at who was making you scream. Or are you more of the silent type?”</em><br/><br/>He locked the door after he closed it, leaning back against it as he continued to watch the show unfolding before him. "I was going to lock it. I don't want to disrupt what happens between us to toss out some rude milk drinker. As for being noisy, I let the woman know how well she's doing. Most of them have been louder than me."<br/><br/>He pushed himself off the door, removing his bow and quiver, soon followed by his sword belt. He saw the teasing way Asaria had undone hers, and let her pants slide down enough to tease him further. He let out a low growl of pleasure at the way she behaved. He knew beyond all doubt that she was proud of her body, and not afraid to use it to the fullest. Gormr was fully aroused at that time, ready to enjoy whatever she had to offer, and as well as willing to test her limits. His shirt came off in a single movement, exposing his muscular chest, and broad shoulders. A few more scars littered his chest, but they were faint and no where near as noticeable as the ones on his face. With a broad grin, and a fake battle charge only loud enough to be heard within the room, Gormr covered the space between them swifty. His hand landed on her hips, and with a quick motion, sent her pants to the floor. His hands slide up her legs, grabbing her hips hard so he could lift her from the floor as if she weighed the same as a feather. He carried her to the bed, half dropping her, half throwing her to the mattress.<br/><br/>He leaned down, loudly kissing one cheek of her ass, before giving it a playful bite. He proceeded to kiss up the line of her spine, pushing the hair aside to get to the tops of her shoulders and back of her neck.<br/><br/>"Now, let's see what you've been hiding, woman." With another show of strength, Gormr lifted Asaria and flipped her onto her back. While he slowly took her in visually from crown to sole and back again, he worked his boots off, kicking them in random directions, then removed the rest of his clothes just as eagerly as he removed hers. He was fully erect, bobbing slightly in time with the beat of his heart. His legs showed some more of the light scarring, but like the rest of him, his legs were muscular, thick and strong.<br/><br/>"Do you have anything in mind, or shall we see what happens?"