<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/KnxGP6H.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</div><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Bambi “Bam” Trémaux  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665939#msg14665939)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ¾ inches / Rosewood / Unicorn Hair (https://i.imgur.com/ZLtC9NW.jpg)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Toe points, and eyes rolling into the back of her head.<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Raynor’s Dorm Room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Tough love; ravaged by his demon.<br/><strong>MUSIC:</strong> Stand Still -- Sabrina Claudio (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dw0sjXiU4IE)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raynor | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Raynor had never spoken to her this way before. Even when they were children and thought teaching curse words in their native language was daring, he had always been cordial and polite. Suave, even, especially this evening when they were finally reunited. But to say she didn’t see some undertone of danger lurking in the shadows of his smile would have been an outright lie. Here it was, staring back at her only inches away and rather than scaring her off or causing any alarm, Bambi felt her limbs curling around him, locking her body tight in his grasp. She met his eyes, held them, surrendered all of her control and let him see the nervous excitement building in her bones.<br/><br/>Just for him. He was the only person she wants to hear those words from, and she knew he would live up to them. They were past sink or swim, already she was drowning in his lust and the only reason she was able to keep her head above the surface and not drown was that Raynor was keeping her afloat. Their history ran too deep for her to question him now and he had woken something inside her she didn’t realize was even there.<br/><br/>The giant of a man was shifting, withdrawing, making her coo as she looked down the length of herself in order to watch him pull his hips back. She felt every inch, witnessed it with a face that mirrored disbelief until he was nearly all the way free of her core.<br/><br/>She was going to say something. Her mouth parted, sound vibrated in her throat and then it all came rushing out as a shriek when his tip came slamming against her cervix, attempting to knock the air from her lungs from the inside. Bambi curled into him, locked her knees at his hips, wrapped her arms around his thick torso and heard herself grunting with every thrust that followed. She was biting into his shoulder, clawing at his skin, whispering his name over and over as if he might rescue her, while never forgetting that it was<em>him</em>ravaging her petite frame. The pain was there, certainly, and with it came a scrunched face and whimpers as the man forced her into position and kept her still. The grip of his hands was near bruising, and by the end of the evening, she was certain there would be plenty of those painted on her ivory skin. But with the pain and violence of his need, there was pleasure and desperation. She was eager to give him anything he would ask of her. She was excited to take another thrust and then another, his hips working like a piston that never tired or strayed from the rhythm he intended. Heaven. Bliss. At this moment she understood that Raynor knew exactly what she needed even when she herself missed the obvious.<br/><br/>And then… it was all overwhelming. Her nails were biting deeper, whimpers turning into sobs of growing disbelief while an orgasm began to swell for the second time that evening. She had been under the impression that the first one had been powerful; this was a sea monster that was rising from the inky deep, with a power she wasn’t ready for. Even knowing<em>what</em>it was her body was treating it as a threat. The woman began to squirm, testing against his strength, repeated his name over and over as the monster got closer and closer to the surface. But still she was locked into place, his hips kept drilling into her and he did exactly as he said he would; he didn’t seem to hear her and he didn’t stop.<br/><br/>She forgot how to speak English. Soon her pleas began to melt into a fluid stream of French, its dulcet tones amplifying her desperation. Coated in a sheen of sweat and with tears tangling in her lashes, ruining the carefully applied eye makeup, the orgasm finally struck. She shrieked into the bite she had clamped onto his shoulder, felt her muscles grow taut as her body flexed and turned rigid. Long seconds stretched out, feeling like an eternity as her kegels went vice-like around his cock, threatening to slow his advances. Bambi couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think, pleasure pulsed and flowed through her until spots began to dance in her vision and nearly swallowed it whole.<br/><br/>And it was only then that she was able to pull oxygen back in, each breath felt with a burning stab as her muscles trembled and quaked. The woman was pushed over the edge, and now her body was pulsing and riding the waves, and all of that overwhelming pain and uncertainty was drunk off of lust and worshipped him. She rocked, moaned, staring up at him with eyes that wouldn’t focus and were glazed with euphoric bliss. He did this to her; turned the respectable, polite woman who wouldn’t harm a fly into a trembling, makeup streak of a mess that began to fill the room with sounds that would make a whore jealous.<br/>