<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/725697-1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name: Tyson Riggs</strong><br/><strong>Location: Infirmary</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Zitka</strong><br/><hr/><br/>When her hands came to rest on his shoulders, Tyson smiled weakly into Zitka's face, his hips maintaining the unrelenting pace he'd taken. She'd be fed soon enough..he could feel himself inching closer and closer to that sweet release. It was as though everything seemed to urge him on towards climax. Every pump and thrust sent bolts of electric pleasure running through him and the sounds his mate made picked and prodded at his already wavering resolve. A gasp ripped from his throat as her walls tightened around him again, soon followed by low grunts and groans once more, sounds that now fell from his lips more desperately and more frequently. "Ugh...O-Ooo...Zitka! I'm close.." His hands slid further down her body, contouring to her thighs as he took hold of them. Sweat formed on his back as his length throbbed and twitched, every inch claiming her tight womanhood. Deeper and deeper, harder and harder, until his hips pressed and pushed against her own without even separating. "Here it is, Zitka! All of it! Ugghh!" He pulled her hips roughly towards him, smashing himself against her mound. His body went stiff and he groaned as the hot, sticky streams filled her. He was only human..but she was certainly well fed.