<div class="floatleft">(http://i57.tinypic.com/mwv4go.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:  Araxis (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13136083#msg13136083)</strong><br/><br/><strong>CLIENT</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Claiming Chantal for the evening<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chantal<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Such was the arrogance of Araxis that it never even occurred to him that Chantal did anything less than lust deeply for him, and it showed in his eyes.  He had no difficulty in acquiring women on his own, but his preferences clearly lay on the side of experience, a skilled and talented woman who felt neither shame for her own desires nor expectations of fidelity.  He saw value in her not for her spirit or her individuality but for the abilities she possessed.<br/><br/>Certainly she proved herself there.  Her grip kept him steady, allowing himself to dedicate his hands to the rest of her body, cupping her breasts and squeezing.  Each thrust pounded against her, forcing their bodies together, still with enough control to keep from actually bruising her too badly.  He watched each touch of her lips on his body through his penetrating gaze, and his heart quickened enough to be felt through his thick skin and musculature.  A gentle forming smile demonstrated that she pleased him.<br/><br/>His thoughts of the world drifted.  She was his, and she was his only concern, his conquest, his treasure for the night.  Depending on how the night went, perhaps he might even return to her, but it was enough to know that she was indeed the fine prize that the One Night Bride deserved.<br/><br/>As his body began to quiver, his movements sped, more forceful, losing control.  He didn't want to injure her, he would not break her bones, but his strength necessitated a degree of roughness as the lust took over.  Sometimes he just forgot his own strength, and how puny and easily damaged humans were.