<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2359843#msg2359843">Quote from: Chloe Milev on 20-10-2009, 08:51:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kolette, The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella, Estelle]<br/>...<br/>He seemed to give up interest, and as he surged away, Kolette jumped down and quickly examined Antoine's leg.  Even she could see it was just a scratch, and after the "mortal wound" scare in the carriages, she was a little more skeptical.  Actually, she was a little embarrassed and tried to pull him together.  "Come on, Antoine, it's just a scratch, look."  Trying to be reassuring, she cradles his head up.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2412/antoinettelafluer.jpg)</div><strong>Antoine LaFleur,</strong>The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella]<br/><br/>Antoine sniffled a bit, but being against Kolette's ample breasts always made things better. At one point he giggled against her chest, and between the cover of their bodies, she felt a very obtrusive squeeze through her dress. First her left tit, and then the right. "I promise that I won't ever mind when my life is in danger, Kolette, as long as you're here to save me," he whimpered against her. The boy was still very much arroused, after his absurd game atop the horses, and he expressed it by nibbling on Kolette's neck.<br/><br/>"What am I thinking," he said, his eyes opening wide, and fluttering a bit. "Viktor is leaving us, Kolette. And that look...I just know he'd play with us, if we asked. What do you think, my dearest?" Antoine shivered in her arms, pondering it. "It's been so long since we've played with a man, hasn't it?" Then, with a naughty, little giggle, he whispered, "We could even take turns riding him...or maybe we could compete, to see who could bed him first! What do you think about that game?"<br/><br/>Antoine giggled as he pulled away from Kolette, standing up proudly, and leaning down to offer Kolette his arm. "My lady," he said, his voice nearly as feminine as hers would be. "May I offer you my arm? I believe we have a hunt to attend!"