<div class="floatleft">(http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/Hyb0r1a/400461850_mira_123_447lo_zpse7423c42.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Mira of Shadizar (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8216116#msg8216116)<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>Brythunian<br/><strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong>Spy/Assassin/Whore and all around Femme Fatale<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside the Leaky Wench<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Cormac<br/><br/><hr/><strong>"Unhand me, you insufferable lout!"</strong>Mira exclaimed in outrage as the Cimmerian ensnared her long crimson tresses in his iron strong grip.  Her legs gave way beneath her as he gave a sharp yank, dragging her to the bed.  Ineffectually, she swatted at him, clawed at him, her pale slim fingers digging into his brawny, calloused ones but unable to pry herself loose.<br/><br/><strong>"You motherless spawn of a goat!"</strong>she swore as he dragged her along the floor.<strong>"Let go of me or by Crom's balls, I will..."</strong><br/><br/>Whatever threat Mira was about to utter went unsaid as he shoved her hard onto the bed.  The flea ridden bedding was coarse against her soft skin with loose strands of straw poking through the flimsy material.  She struggled as he pulled her fine garments out of the way, fully exposing all her charms for his inspection.  She felt his heated gaze on her flesh, lingering on her cunt.  Mira was shorn in the Zamoran style, with nary a hair to be seen anywhere below her head or betwixt her thighs.  Certainly very different from the hairy barbarian women of the north.<br/><br/><strong>"Cimmerian, stop!"</strong>she cried as she struggled but she was pinned and helpless beneath him as she felt his swollen tip rub against her delicate nether lips.  Her heart raced, her pulse quickened, chest heaving as she took deep ragged breathes.  A tumultuous mix of emotions ran through the flame haired beauty as she braced herself for the inevitable.  Indignation.  Outrage.  Fear.  And under it all, an undercurrent of lust.  She had always been curious about what the Cimmerian would be like in bed, wondering if the rumors of that barbarous race were indeed true.  She had cast sidelong glances at him when he was not looking and the sight of his muscled form had often stirred a heat in her loins.  But she had planned it differently.  She was supposed to be the one in control with him begging to sample her charms.  It was not supposed to be like this.<br/><br/>She managed to turn her head to the side,  her cheek pressed against the bedding  by the hand that clenched her hair.<br/><br/><strong>"Cimmerian, don't!"</strong>she called out again.<br/><br/>She squirmed and wriggled beneath him, her ass moving enticingly as he entered her slowly, inch by inch.  He found her impossibly warm, wet and welcoming as her inner walls clenched tightly around his invading member.  She let out a gasp, half out of shock, half out of pleasure as he plunged himself forward, burying himself to the hilt inside her velvet sheath.  Then he began to thrust in earnest.<br/><br/>The man was like a bull, tireless and powerful and the next words that left her mouth surprised even her.<br/><br/><strong>"Cimmerian....  Cormac,"</strong>She almost never called him by his name.<strong>"Stop.  Oh, don't..."</strong>Her words were punctuated by gasps and cries.<strong>"Please.. don't stop.  Don't stop fucking me.  Don't stop!  Please..."</strong>She begged as waves of blissful pleasure subsumed her body and the fight drained out of her...<br/><br/>