<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/SaerraChristoph.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Christoph le Croix (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6381987#msg6381987)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - the captain’s cabin...!<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English, French<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucas.</div><br/>The only problem Chris was having at this moment in time that it would, most probably, be unwise to grab hold of the whore’s head and fuck his throat until he was satisfied. He rather liked his dick; he was rather attached to it. It getting bit off by a whore he’d not fucked so far would be quite annoying. Even if that meant he could murder the boy without having to explain all too much to Diablo’s authorities. Or.. whatever the fuck they had around these parts to keep murderers at bay. He’d<em>better</em>keep a cool mind.<br/><br/>Lucas, though, was not intending to keep his client’s mind cool. As a good whore, he was attempting to do the complete opposite and drive him wild and/ or even over his edge. Should he inform he’d get violent if Lucas kept this up?<br/>Fuck no.<br/><br/>All the while he was battling himself, the whore worked on him and he found he had dug his nails into the ceiling beam. Sweat was now actually dripping from him and he no longer had control over his breathing, it coming out in broken pants. He couldn’t help but wonder if Lucas had any idea what he was doing to him, just how dangerously he played the quartermaster.<br/>Inch after inch was taken.<br/>He actually purred!<br/>The tense restriction of that throat demanded to be abused.<br/>Odd how the world fragmented in this way when one battled oneself.<br/><br/>A growl escaped him when he felt, more than saw, Lucas finally managed to take him in whole.<br/>That was it.<br/>Enough.<br/><br/>With more strength than needed, he pulled the whore off and pushed him back on the bed, not caring just how he landed. He knew a hole that held no teeth and was quite safe for his now painfully hard erection to plunder. He didn’t speak, but his face was contorted and hanging somewhere between anger and lust. It hardly seemed human any more. Lucas had gotten what he wanted ; Christoph le Croix had most definitely dropped mask and lost control.<br/>One arm was hooked under a leg and that leg was pushed up. That the other dangled was of no concern to him. He angled and pressed into the whore, not giving any a pause until he fully embedded, a deep groan of utter delight passing his lips at the tightness and heat of the boy. Only for a moment of two he savoured being enveloped, then started to move in a high pace that had nothing to do with foreplay or the whore’s pleasure. Grunting somewhat, so unlike the gentlemen he was portraying, so much like the animal he was under his mask, he took this whore, fucked him as if he was nothing than made for only this; pleasuring<em>him</em>.