<strong>Aramis Leiath<br/>Time: Evening, Day 1<br/>Location: Observatory<br/>Tagged: Neria Zatherial</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Hang.. on... tight."</strong>He said softly into her ear as she heard him slowly whisper that unintelligible nonsense into her ear before she feel a familiar warmth flood through her when he pushed  the palm bone against her clit, the fingers working over the labia before spreading them open. Something starting pushing into her that she couldn't see but it felt like fingers to her. Fingers that seemed capable of stroking deep within her core, massaging the silken walls and letting her hone drip onto the stone floor due to it. Whatever Aramis had done it felt like she was being massaged by the air itself. Pushing her slowly up against the wall he pressed his lips to silence her moans, kissing her deeply. His tongue coiled and twisted against hers in fiery passions with his remaining right hand taking hold of her ample bosom running smoothed fingertips over her areola and pulling upon those firm nipples.