<div class="floatleft">(http://images.wikia.com/dragonball/images/4/44/Olivia_Wilde_-_my_heroine.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Rybbon Latimer, mentor<br/><strong>With:</strong>Atlas Yule<br/><strong>Where:</strong>private locked room<br/><br/>Rybbon, while long of limb and fit in health, had no advantage against her stronger partner with him atop her on the giving mattress. She arched and wriggled, only half trying to get away as she felt his erection slide against her thigh. Laughing, she whipped about to snap something witty at him but his gloved hand was drawing her knee upward toward her chest, his legs straddling her straightened one. Hooking her knee over his forearm, he planted it on the bed, using his weight to trap her in that awkward spread position. She gasped and flicked her green gaze up at him from the side, recognizing that he might not stop at this point, all her dancing and teasing having instilled in him a need for her wet corridor.<br/><br/>She tightened inside in anticipation, a shiver of arousal electrifying her body. She used one arm to sweep her gilded hair up above her, out of his way, baring her throat and ear to him. it wasn’t until the blunted tip of him nudged between her moistened petals that she gave voice to her concerns: would he hurt her enough to make her wobble or wince as she moved back to the observation deck later? Just as she started to ask him for a hint of his mood, she felt the inexorable pressure between her folds and could only remember his name for a moment as his head pierced between her hips.<br/><br/>“Atlaaa… ahhhhhh!” she cried, panting, turning her face to the sheets as she concentrated on the stretch of her entrance around him.<br/>