<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> Savoring the rising sensations<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/>The sweetness of mewls and moans cascading freely past her lips feathered Raynor's spirit with an intensity of arousal. He caused that sound to happen, like the master of an instrument. What he desired now more than ever was to conjure that moan on a greater scale. His tongue continued to strike, but the gentle tenderness of his initial teasing approach shifted in form, pace, and motion. Faster, but not panicked. Rougher, but not unkind. He spread her nether lips with his fingers, and suddenly targeted her clit. It was rapid fire, the sweeping brush of his tongue lapping at the point of attack with writhing fire.<br/><br/>Just as he began, he pulled away. Raynor stared up at her with a smoldering look like he knew exactly what he was doing to her and there was nothing she could do to stop him. He went back down, kissing her clit only to begin anew with a different, but no-less furious rhythm. She tasted blissfully sweet, and the ecstasy of her flavor was something he savored like a fresh drop of honey. Caught amidst the raging tension of the moment, he could not stop himself from groaning roughly into her delicate tenderness.<br/><br/>His starvation drove him forward, and his assault raged onward in its heightened momentum. While this happened, his tongue never ceased its constancy of motion. Reinforcements came in the form of his fingers, two of them, prodding at the entrance of her cathedral; the chapel of her innocence. Raynor punched open the doors, plunging his fingers inside out of an insatiable yearning to dig deeply into Bambi and claim her entirely, inside and out. Push, he fingered forward, pull, he fingered backward. A curl of his touch, searching out as if on the hunt for her very soul.<br/><br/>Fire crackled in the hearth. His blazing want flared. He resolved not to allow her a chance of retreat. If she tried to flee, then he would have to flip her over, pin her down and have his way until she collapsed into the sheets out of exhaustion. With her hand in his hair urging him on, Raynor recognized he probably didn't need to do that. Not yet, anyway. She wanted more, so he gave her more, increasing the pace of his penetrating fingers. And, using his free-hand, he doubled-down on the all-out blitz centering on her clit. Whenever his tongue was not there, the rolling pressure of his hand rubbed ceaselessly, hungrily, and without mercy.