<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/Doomtown/Doomtown364_zps8fc2f536.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Lady Elisabeth Boyle<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Member of the Collegium.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Friday Christmas eve night, December 24th, 1875<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>not too long after midnight<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gomorra Volunteer Fire Brigade<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Theodore Howell, closed<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As the man's arms slid around her and pulled her closer, she could smell his scent of sweat and wood. Her breath came in fast ragged gasps as she squirmed in his lap. When his hot breath kissed her neck her green eyes closed and she leaned her head back exposing the silken curve of her throat and neck. She trembled and a soft moan escaped her pouty lips...his nose tickled along her throat as if he was inhaling her scent.<br/>"nno I can't sleep eitherrrrr..." Her mind tried to regain composure one last time as a hand pressed half heartily against his chest...then she gasps as his rough palm slides along her silken smooth belly...a half start and squirm as he finds her ...pussy and his rough fingers and palm press along it...her moisture quickly slicking his hand... whether by accident or design a rough finger pressed over her turgid clitoris and made her moan.<br/><br/>She could feel the huge cock under the leather...never had she felt a man that large..if he was a man and not something sent to torment her...but she could not stop her self as he asked.  “You... you want me to take you like you were the Devil's Own Harlot?” and a hard strong hand tightened against the back of her neck... She was afraid to speak afraid that if she did this would all blow away like a mist...<br/><br/>Her hands lowered to the sash of her robe, her fingers quickly undid it and she shrugged the robe back and let it fall unto the floor. Her full breasts quivered. her nipples were hard pink nubs...her scent filled the room, a mix of musk and rose...she lowered her green eyes as her hands slid behind her back to cross...her voice trembled as she whispered<br/><br/>"yess ...yesss...take me like I...I am the devil's own ...harlot"<br/><br/>