<div class="floatleft">[(http://i.imgur.com/JNiViON.jpg)      </div><hr/>Marie-Eve Tremblay<br/>Below Nocturne: floor H, private office<br/><hr/><br/>Her eyes gleaming, Mare reached to wipe her open lips with the back of her hand, the sagging, full lower half of her mouth slightly swollen from the activity, blushing pink with excitement.  She angled her head to stare into his eyes, a loose thread of white-blonde hair falling across her nose, and tentatively let him guide her to position.  His hands felt so wonderful against her breasts that her nipples stiffened a bit more with arousal, hardening like little, pale pebbles to his touch, and she moaned soft and throaty in the sensation of his cock against her most private of places.<br/><br/>With a gentle shift of her hips, she helped his cock reach her slit, where he can feel hot wetness waiting where her small slit is swollen with anticipation.  She starts to grind against it, just a bit, as if to test his position, and which way his hard cock will go in, and then envelops him.  He gets the impression, very clearly, from the tautness of her youthful sex that she has not had many partners.  She feels like virgin territory, though as she exhales a long, womanly moan of near-pain, she guides her hips atop him to allow him entry and accepts him in a few short bobs of her whole upper body.  She has a maidenhead, but his hardness against it is little hindrance to her hungry body, and he can sense that the pain of it, as she tears it, is minimal compared to what her unnatural body can withstand.<br/><br/>She takes a couple inches of him, then gently yields as her body ciches tight around his shaft and head-- straining hungrily to accept the girth.  She moves lower again, then tightens once more, then again until he can feel her body stretch to take him all in, and she cries out in a moan of satisfaction that is half-growl, half sigh, as her hips come to rest atop his, and her sexual fluids flow freely down his length from deep within her core.<br/><br/>His commands may have been forgotten for just a moment, but she latches onto that word--<i>ride</i>-- and her body screams 'yes' though she only softly mouths the word around her elongated fangs.  She doesn't piston on him like an inexperienced girl trying to emulate some porn film... no, something in her nature tells her how, and she grinds her hips, rocking fiercely back and forth now, hard enough to produce a wet sound and more lubrication with each stroke.  Her small, short down is visible just above where he enters her, and when she steadies herself with her taloned fingers digging into his thighs, he can see her grinding away at him in natural gyration that slips her swollen little pearl of a clit against his base.