<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: edwardian;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2.65em;">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br/><em>W/ Ms. Ashley; HP 18 (Current 10)</em><br/></strong><hr/><br/>Alfreic's eyes narrowed coldly as Ashley repudiated his command.  However, that did not petrify him.  He drew nearer and slowly allowed two hooked fingers to alight her soft mound, all the while boring holes into her with his steel gaze.  Slowly did he allow the pads of his fingers to gravitate in a circular motion, each cycle burying his fingertips deeper and deeper.  The hot moisture that engulfed his digits sent a swirl of pleasure through his body, and Alfreic's vision became blurred.  Then he unsheathed his fingers from her maidenhood and let them stroll up to her abdomen, to her chest, across her throat, to her chin, and finally, to her lips.<br/><br/>But he did not force his fingers into her mouth.  Instead, he inserted his two fingers into his own mouth.  He suckled his digits slowly...  adding panache to his countenance by closing his eyes and pursing his lips.  She tasted salty and metallic... a familiar taste.  He did not swallow the feint remnants...  no, instead he snatched the back of her head in his grasp and careened in for a deep kiss.<br/><br/>Alfreic dropped his sword on the ground beside them, and used it to push aside some of her hair away from her face.