It was the 'please' that undid her. With a soft groan, she set off, heels clicking through the corridors, though she dared only a brisk walk, that damned nub rubbing against both her ass and clit, forcing her closer with every step, his scent, his heat, everything flooded her. She pushed open a heavy door to a rarely-used stairwell with a groan, a deep gasp clutching her as the ridge rode her. She took the stairs down as quickly as she dared, whimpering in the empty stairwell, and she began towards the empty tutorial room in the dungeon. It was never used, though nobody knew why.<br/><br/>She pushed the unlocked door open, and leaned against it, a moan of pent-up want escaping her, her eyes shut tight. "Roe..." She whimpered softly, a sob of want boiling in her chest.<br/><br/>The room was made of brick, with windows alongside the two doors on either sides of the wall. Three tables lined up in the middle of the room, and marble flooring made the empty chamber echo. There was a chance of being caught, hell, anyone could happen by, though most people were determined to enjoy the outside until the snow fell. "Gods, Roe, please..." She whimpered, his visions flashing through her mind, his wings, her bound, her on her knees, him in her mouth.<br/><br/>His list mingled with hers. She wanted to ride him, she wanted him to pin her to the table, ride her, she wanted to bite and be bitten. She wanted everything he had, and she wanted him to take everything she had. Her own images flashed, her astride him, on her knees, gazing up at him, his hand against the back of her neck pinning her, against the wall, on the floor, hell on the ceiling of he wanted. She begged him with her voice and mind, lost in her own need.