<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Myrrdin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/SaerraMyrrdinDruid.png)</div></div></div><br/>The moment of relative peace had him perk his ears to listen intently, but the low sigh coming from the drow reassured him nothing was amiss, the firm grip to his hips only underlining this. The drow wasn't done yet, which was a relief.<br/><br/>The moment Vesz'tyrr started his 'task', Myrrdin gasped out sharply and dug his fingers deeply into the sheets. The man had strength and showed it mercilessly. There was no way for the druid to escape the assault and that was exactly what he wanted. It didn't take a lot of the drow's thrusts into the willing body for the druid to start chaining incoherent mumblings with deep, pleasured groans; the elf knew what he was doing and each and every last one of the delivered thrusts hit him in the most expert way, sending ripples of pleasure through his body that were almost too much to bear. Myrrdin was making a mess of the sheets under him, raking them towards himself while his body writhed. If Vesz'tyrr kept this up, it wouldn't take a whole lot of time for the human to spill.