<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/394599_445596018814015_79249732_n.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Cormac (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8216177#msg8216177)<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>Cimmerian<br/><strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong>Barbarian/Warrior (strength, climbing, stealth, hunting)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside the Leaky Wench, In Cormac's room<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Mira<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>"Cormac, you savage lout!" she yelled.  "You may not treat me in such a manner.  And you are costing me silver.  I have three clients arranged already for this evening."</em><br/><br/>The alcohol Cormac consumed fueled his lust, and he was not about to be rejected by her.<br/><br/><strong>"Katurah... <em>Mira</em>... you wanton slut... filthy whore...  You may not jiggle your breasts... or sway your hips... or press your smooth, pale flesh against me without consequence.  If it is silver you seek, you best satisfy me quickly so that you may earn it from others while on your knees or on your back.  I will provide more clients from the upstanding Kordovan citizenry, as well as protection."</strong><br/><br/><em>"Good night Cormac.  We will pretend this incident never happened."</em><br/><br/><strong>"Do as you wish.  I, however, will ensure this incident definitely happens."</strong><br/><br/>And with that, he grabbed a fistful of red tresses coming from the back of her head, dragged her back to his bed, and pushed her down upon it, face first.<br/><br/><strong>"Let's see if your goods are as fine as you advertise, Mira."</strong><br/><br/>He tugged down her shirt, pulled up her skirt and moved aside her panties, finding the slit as wet and swollen as he did earlier.<br/><br/><strong>"Ah, this cunt is as pretty as the rest of you.  But does it feels as good as it looks?"</strong><br/><br/>While he forced her down into a prone position, the straw poking against her breasts, he mounted her, straddling her hips.  One large hand gripped both her wrists at once and pressed them into the small of her back.  The other hand remained firmly entangled in her hair, pushing her face down into the mattress if she cried out too loud.<br/><br/>Moving his hips, Cormac slid the bulbous tip of his member up and down Mira's slit.  He found the warm, wet hole, and pressed his cockhead against it.<br/><br/><strong>"You are quite tight, whore.  I will do you the favor of stretching you out so that more cock may be nestled in your folds."</strong><br/><br/>Cormac pushed, opening her entrance and sliding into her tunnel, going until all of his cockhead was inside, but stopping for a moment, as if composing himself for vigorous thrusting, before pushing any more of his thick shaft.<br/>