<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/KnxGP6H.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</div><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Bambi “Bam” Trémaux  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665939#msg14665939)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ¾ inches / Rosewood / Unicorn Hair (https://i.imgur.com/ZLtC9NW.jpg)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Bite marks and scratches<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Raynor’s Dorm Room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Slight tummy bulge and complete submission.<br/><strong>MUSIC:</strong> Stand Still -- Sabrina Claudio (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dw0sjXiU4IE)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raynor | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The change of orientation sent her head spinning, yet Raynor’s strong arms kept her from slipping to the ground and hurting herself. She was still clenching and pulsing around his cock, still trying to catch her breath and collect her wits. It seemed the large man was content to keep her at the disadvantage and began moving them again. Without the padding of the mattress to take some of the force from his thrusts, Bambi was left to endure every painful inch shoved inside of her. It didn’t matter that her face was furrowed with strain, or that her whimpers were increasing, pitching in her throat and bellowed out against his chest. She was his to use, his to control and the woman would have it no other way.<br/><br/>She liked the way Raynor was able to make her feel vulnerable and dainty in his grasp, and still somehow safe and cherished. The pleasure with this man came with bruises and impressions left in her skin, a sin she had never imagined to be so delightful. Had she not needed the air to breathe Bambi would have kissed him deeply to let him know just how much she craved his touch. Even if she was certain she was going to struggle walking come morning.<br/><br/>Her legs were trembling. Not from muscle strain but from pleasure. The lean muscles flexed as she gripped his hips between her thighs, gasping every time he filled her, nails biting into the backs of his shoulders until crescent moons broke through his skin. At first, she thought that she might have been riding the wave of a third orgasm, but she couldn’t be entirely sure she had finished the ride of the second. Squirming was impulsive, natural, as was the string of words that were pressed into his skin, begging him with a sweet, lilting need. The need for him to continue, to ravage her, to give her a moment to breathe and whatever it was he wished to hear. His movements intensified and with is, so did her dilemma.<br/><br/>Was it pleasure or pain? Was it too much or just right? Her mind and body were at war, taking the beating as she bounced against his prick and tried to keep up with his demands. Just sitting in his arms like a rag doll didn’t feel right, so Bambi was gyrating her hips and moving in rhythm to -she hoped- heighten his pleasure. Muscles burned, her abdominals flexed and impossibly, it felt as if he were working himself deeper, filling her more than just minutes ago.<br/><br/>One of her hands drifted to press against her belly, indicating the deep ache she felt him assaulting from inside. The gesture only heightened her pleasure, causing her to clench tightly once again around his cock and she leaned back slightly to better watch him disappear inside of her. Those whorish moans returned, the sight was thrilling and depraved and beautiful at the same time.<br/><br/>“Nngh! Hng!” Those were supposed to be affectionate words, something sweet, a little naughty and endearing. Instead, all she could do was let him know that he made her feel so good. And, she hoped, she was able to make him feel the same way.<br/>