<div class="floatleft">(https://yt3.ggpht.com/-ZTG8t8AMpMw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1KcCAJVDh7k/s900-c-k-no-mo-rj-c0xffffff/photo.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> Nothing<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 26 October, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Ray's Dorm Room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Claiming what is his, and his alone<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/>By instinct Raynor rocked his hips lightly, meeting Bambi's grasping, and stroking hand with the steady thrust of his cock. He breathed heavily out through his nose, simultaneously releasing a heavy groan of pleasure that had been long agonizing for freedom. The pause, and the blushing appearance of surprise on her face spoke deeply to him at every level of his conscience. Adding the sensation of her lustful touch, and the sight of her hand at play over her own breast was overwhelming. His thick shaft throbbed an answer, a noticeable twitch of appreciation and delight. Raynor held firm at the precipice of their long-awaited union, wrapping his hands at her waist in exhilarated preparation.<br/><br/>The growling thrill rumbled down his spine, causing him to ache throughout his entirety with absolute need. It must have shown in his eyes, looking back at Bambi as if possessed by a starved beast. If there was anything holding him back, it was barely an over-strained thread on the verge of breaking. Then, she pleaded to him.<br/><br/><em>Raynor, please...</em><br/><br/>That thread was ripped, and scattered into the winds. He seized her hand around his cock, and removed it. Raynor took that hand, the other, and pinned them into the bed as he came back down to desirously conquer Bambi's lips with a kiss that spoke with the burning resolve of his yearning intensity. Face to face, eye to eye, his heavy cock against her stomach teasing at what was to come. He waited, purposefully, staring into her blues with a gaze that would sear her soul with an unspoken message. He conquered her. He claimed her. He owned her, here, and now, once, and for all.<br/><br/>"Good girl." Raynor said, breaking the silence. He released her, and then reclaimed the lands of her hips like a returning king. What followed was the withdrawal of his hips, dragging his cock down across her belly until the heavy crown was properly guided to her waiting pussy.  He grabbed his cock, and closed the gap, pressing his engorged head against her flower. But, he did not go in. Not yet. He teased, rolling the thickness of his helmet all over, and around. He wanted her to feel it, to feel the head of the battering ram that was going to open her up, and impale her.<br/><br/>After a few seconds passed, Raynor had enough of teasing, and enough of waiting. He pushed forward, meeting her obscenely tight, and virginal entrance with the brute force of his experience. It was a struggle, a battle, but a short-lived one, and entirely lopsided in the end. With a fierce, and rumbling groan of triumph, Raynor opened the way to Bambi's core, and stole away her virginity.