<strong>Isoke Naota<br/>Dorm B5<br/>Tagged: Anya</strong><br/><br/>Once again he was lead back to the bed where his arms buttressed his upper torso.  The anticipation of returning to his room with his beautiful harpy had been all the incentive he needed to maintain his rigidity, so when she freed his length from the confines of his pants it was eager to greet her with throbbing enthusiasm.  Another excited quiver rippled through Isoke's abdomen as he watched Anya lower her lips to his crown.  There was still the flutter of nervousness upon sighting her sharp fangs, but he trusted her ability to be aware of them and spare any mishaps.<br/><br/>A low moan seeped through his lips as he not only watched, but felt the warmth of her lips upon his manhood.  Among all the things he was quickly finding appealing about Anya, her natural intense heat had to be one of his all-time favorites.  It always seemed to be at just the right intensity to stimulate him rather that harm him.  As she continued to work his eyes remained locked on what she was doing, enjoying the sight of her pleasing him while being careful with all the natural weapons she bore that could potentially cause him harm.