<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/>Mr. Slate's tongue tired of assaulting that slick cavern, so he felt compelled simply to slather the button at the entrance with his lips and his teeth.  Once he had regained sensation of his long tongue, he flicked it across her sensitive flesh without break.  His hands now moved across her hips to her thighs and then back down to her rump, spreading her cheeks, his nose skimming across her puckered ass hole as he lapped at her nub.<br/><br/>Alfreic now maneuvered around the woman so that his feet were firmly and squarely over Ashley's shoulders, and he was crouched over her, rising and falling gently to allow his bulbous cockhead to wedge itself further within Ashley's mouth.  His thick, pantherish thighs burned with acid as he kept this up, but those firm limbs sustained him over Ashley as he penetrated her mouth with tiny, almost unnoticeable thrusts.  Holding Ashley's legs up with expert hands, Alfreic stood up, pressed his thick cock against Ashley's femininity, and, and slid his apple-sized cockhead into her tiny snatch.  He pushed and pushed as far as he could for the first time, going in six inches of the whole twelve, and then unsheathed himself with a satisfied grunt.  He spat on her asshole, and wedged his index within her, lowering again to a crouch, pushing his now pussy-juiced dick against Ashley's face.<br/><br/>Like all the women in Alfreic's life, he wanted to make Ashley his slut.  He wanted to push her to do things that she had never imagined doing, not to gratify her, but to gratify himself.  Even now, he eyed her buttocks as the receptacle to his orgasm.  He plucked his finger out of her asshole and firmly slapped her rump, kissing the inside of her thigh momentarily to allow her cunt surcease from his venomous tongue.  He growled and he spat like a stallion in heat, and behaved with a sense of urgency that made the situation altogether surreal.  When he sucked on her clitoris, he did so as if his life depended on it.  When he expressed his fondness for her taste, he did so by rubbing his face within it, painting his cheeks as if her musk were woad.  When Ashley nipped at him or became brusque with his cock, he gritted his teeth and asked for more.<br/><br/>Alfreic only liked it rough, because that's when he felt something.