<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/>He released his grip on her face and listened to the words she was crying out.  It was music to his ears.  He had bedded scores of women, but never against their will, and usually it was they throwing themselves at him.  But something about Mira, the combination of her beauty, her ability to make men want her, the flaming crimson tresses, the smooth, pale skin, the generous curves bouncing and jiggling, the tightness of her sex, the sounds of her voice - it all made Cormac bigger and harder than ever.  He wanted to fuck this harlot for all he was worth, for the rest of eternity, and he would just not cum.<br/><br/>His arousal reached new peaks with this whore, and it required more stimuli to make him find sweet release.<br/><br/>Relishing his role as rapist as she acted resistant, he brought a big hand back and slapped one side of her face with it.  It was not that hard, but the connection would be a surprise and sound worse than it felt.  He did the same to her other cheek, then wrapped a hand around her throat and squeezed tightly, cutting off her breath.<br/><br/>He pounded into her mercilessly, fucking the slut like he hated her, when in reality she was by far the best he ever had.  As her face turned pink, he released his grip, then leaned down, kissing her mouth, forcing a lip lock and exhaling into her oral cavity, giving her air from his own lungs, filling her chest with oxygen.<br/><br/>Finally, he ended his relentless sexual assault on her with his ejaculation.  The first load of semen blasted against her cervix.  He pulled back slowly, coating her tunnel walls with more seed.  Then he pulled out completely, and finished with several streams that flew through the air, creating numerous lines of cum that went from her hairline, down her forehead, along the bridge of her nose, into her open mouth, onto her painted lips, all over her generous breasts and along her flat tummy.<br/><br/>Most normal men would have rolled over and fallen asleep, but Cormac was no ordinary man.  He was still hard, still ready for more, and he penetrated her<em>again</em>.  The barbarian placed the Mira's legs over his broad shoulders so he could slam into her even deeper than before.<br/><br/>