<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xNEhQ6X.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/f/f3/DurmstrangCrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20160112161151)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Raynor Nordskov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14677798#msg14677798)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Seventh<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 ¼ | Hornbeam | Horned Serpent Horn<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> As Pictured<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 26 October, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Ray's Dorm Room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> French Silks<br/><strong>MUSIC:</strong> LVNDVN - Dragon (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpHRj2f4RAU)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Bambi – Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Her first? Raynor was mildly surprised, though not stunned. She had been confident enough up to this moment, but her other mannerisms showed something of shy inexperience throughout the night. Now, Raynor knew the answer to what he had been wondering but did not ask. This was to be her first time, and he was to be the one who parted her from her virginity. The thought was thrilling, and it ran up and down his spine, right down to his groin where he throbbed in fervent excitement.<br/><br/>With her dress out of the picture, a newer picture emerged. Bambi, in French silk that clung to her every delicious curve. The sight inspired Raynor's every craving lust and ravenous desire, stirring him deeply in a profound manner. He was about to go to her, but she did the work for him, coming into his space and putting his hands to her body, then against the clasp of her bra. Their closeness was intoxicating, and Raynor could feel himself becoming drunken by the intensity of their proximity. He knew what was going to happen, and she knew what was going to happen. They had agreed to it, and the rest was ceremony.<br/><br/>He welcomed their ritual dance by raising one hand away from the clasp, trailing his fingers over her the lining of her spine, up the curve of her neck where he grasped her by her hair. Raynor tugged, firmly, but gently, and forced her head to bob to one side. His lips pressed to her neck, where he placed several hot kisses. In answer to her suggestion, he proved his experience by deftly unclasping her bra with a single hand. With that same hand, he removed it from her body to leave her chest completely exposed to him. And his daring raged on, allowing his tongue to dart out past his lips to ravish the point he had chosen on her neck.<br/><br/>Raynor teased, and sucked, gently putting his teeth to flesh for exploratory nibbles. He groaned into her neck. Hot. Heavy. Raynor hungered for more. Every kiss and touch failed to sate him, but instead lit him on fire. With a sudden grip of her hips, he whirled her around, and pressed her back into his chest, and rammed his throbbing bulge into her backside, grinding himself into her desirously.<br/><br/>In this hold, Bambi was prisoner to the ambition of his hands. Those same hands traversed her body to get a hold of her milky breasts. He cupped them, and squeezed them, kneading the pristine and flawless mounds between his greedy fingers. His mouth spoke the tongue of want, and his hands the language of a conqueror.<br/><br/>"You're mine." He declared hotly. This might be her first time, but it would not be her last. Not if he had anything to say about it.