<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2967918#msg2967918">Quote from: Darkcide on 24-04-2010, 10:26:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br/><br/><br/>Azrael was surprised at the pentagram, but it didn't shock him enough to outwardly express himself other than a quiet <strong>"Hmm, interesting."</strong> Glancing around slowly as he perked up an eyebrow. Looking back at her as she spoke, he looked gently into her dark eyes. A mixed string of emotions moving through his body before he could draw in the sweet smell of her arousal. It seemed she was just as much a slave to her arousal as he was to his, a small smile crossed over his face as he crossed his arms over his chest. <br/><br/>His instinct had been right, there was definitely something supernatural about the woman. And here she was in a frenzied state of arousal, deciding to see how far this could go for Azrael made his way over to her. His fingers lightly sliding up to cradle her tiny sex, fingertips slipping ever so gently over her slit as he looked directly into her eyes. <strong>"So...you're telling me that having me fuck you silly on this floor here would satisfy...your beast?"</strong> Positively growling the words out as he licked his lips slowly. This definitely wasn't the reception he had expected to find on the ship, but it was interesting to him.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Yes."   She would reply with a quiver in the tone of her voice.  As your fingers teased over her vulva.  The sensation exhilarating that runs through her.   Her head would drop, as her gaze falls upon the floor.   Her legs slightly slide out, in splayed pose and posture.    While her eyes have return to the normal dark brown hue.  The blackness retreating.<br/><br/>While your finger tips now glisten with her heat, the lust that claims her.   The tattos still seem to swirl,  when looked upon.