<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 Cuisine<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/><em>Is that a declaration?<br/><br/>... a promise?</em><br/><br/>An answer of the hands. Raynor dug his fingers into her breasts, toying with them like they were dough to be molded by his hardened grasp. He squeezed them like he owned them, and like he owned her. They were his property, to be caressed, kissed, touched, groped, or even slapped if that was what he wanted. And that was what he did. For a brief moment, he released her chest from his control, only to clap his hands back over her tits in a measured, and rough, echoing strike. He growled into Bambi's neck right at the moment of collision, like the wilder, animal side of him was beginning to break free.<br/><br/>"A guarantee," Raynor responded, spun her around, and tossed her onto his bed. He was on top of her shortly thereafter, like she was the caught and cornered gazelle to his lion. His lips attacked her neck again, but then they traveled downwards; a warpath of kisses conquering her flesh, from the tense outline of her clavicle, down through the valley of her breasts, descending over her navel, further, and further...<br/><br/>Raynor came to a pause over her panties. He grabbed onto her legs, and pressed her thighs together so he could lift them upward, stretching her so her feet were aimed at the ceiling. "Hold still." He demanded. His fingers clawed underneath her final defense, and slowly, painstakingly began to peel them down, freeing her full nakedness as the French silk glided over her thighs, her calves, and up and over her feet.<br/><br/>Once they were free he tossed them aside. Raynor grabbed onto her legs a little above her ankles. In one forceful move he pulled her legs open, stretching them wide so that her bare pussy was open and vulnerable to him. He looked her in her eyes, alight with hunger, determination, and then leveled himself between her legs, feasting his gaze upon the sight of her virginal flower. It was beautiful, sexy, and no doubt incredibly tight.<br/><br/>He teased her by planting a couple of kisses on the insides of her thighs, with his hot breath washing over her flesh. From there, he peered up toward where he expected to see Bambi looking down at him, almost as if searching for permission to go further. But, that was not why he looked up. He looked up to give her a chance to see the fiery, and voracious appetite burning away in his eyes.<br/><br/>Without further warning, Raynor sampled her pussy with his mouth and the skillful touch of his tongue.