<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> Bringing her to the highs of the sky.<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/>He did not yield, did not stop, and had absolutely zero plans on doing either of those things at all. Raynor intended for Bambi to ride out the tremendous highs and twists of the roller coaster without being interrupted, and he even planned to amplify those feelings by continuing his ravenous thrusts with every last inch of devilishness in his heart. The truth was he was intoxicated on her scent, and her touch, so enflamed by her moans, and the endless streams of her ecstatically exhaled French that Raynor wanted to submerge himself within that haze of pleasure for as long as he could. Forever, if forever was possible.<br/><br/>Her teeth on his flesh, biting. Raynor growled savagely in response, bringing his mouth to her neck to return the favor down her skin, and over the curve toward her shoulder. The pinch of her bite only made him fuck her harder. His eyes were smoldering, and darkened beneath an intensity of lust and love that he accepted, surrendering himself to his other side and letting that other side, the berserker side, take care of the rest. His hands scaled the expanse of her back, resting at the top, and then slowly he dragged his fingers down, nails scratching in a single warpath parallel with her spine, going and going until he locked his arms beneath her thighs, and his hands on her ass.<br/><br/>"Hold on tight." Raynor groaned.<br/><br/>Suddenly Bam would find herself lifted in the air, the only thing keeping her from falling to the floor unceremoniously was the strength of Raynor that effortlessly carried her as he stood. He made her look tiny within his arms. Bent and folded to his will. She was still speared by his cock, comfortably so, but the safety and security of that moment of silence was soon and ruthlessly ended. Raynor lifted, peaking her at the tip of his cock. Then, he let gravity do the rest. He dropped her, allowing her to free-fall onto the spire of his shaft, hammering her cervix again.<br/><br/>After that he began in earnest, lifting, and fucking. Again, and again. Sweat droplets formed at his brow, and they dripped down the chiseled lines of his face, wandering past the focus of his blues so pointedly aimed upon Bam. She was at his mercy. Like a toy so easily handled by his power, Raynor could break her and destroy her at his leisure. He liked having her here, on the precipice, on her heels, bending and bending to whatever he planned to do next.<br/><br/>He dared to smirk at her at that moment, as if to let her know that she was at his mercy. And as quickly as it came, that smirk passed on, and the frequency of his fucking intensified as if in anticipation to any statement of hesitation she might have.<br/><br/>She was his, and he was going to have her in whatever way he wanted.