<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/><br/>The world threatened to go dark as Mira's vision grew dim.  Her cheeks still stung from the slaps, her body shook with each punishing, pounding thrust while her lungs burned and ached for air.   For a moment, the Brythunian beauty thought the Cimmerian was actually going to strangle her.  Mira had always known that her life would likely be short, extinguished in a moment of sex and violence.  She had just never expected it to be so soon.  It was in that moment of desperation that the warm, growing tingle betwixt her thighs began to grow and grow, before spiraling upwards in a sensual crescendo of pleasure so intense that she wanted to cry out to the gods .  It was then that Mira came, just as Cormac released her throat, allowing sweet air to rush in and fill her starved lungs.  She clenched and spasmed and squeezed the Cimmerian, milking every last drop of him that she could before he withdrew and showered her in his seed.<br/><br/>The flame haired beauty lay exhausted and panting, flesh slick with sweat, breasts heaving with every breath.  She readied a witty quip, something wry and intelligent yet also casually insulting but before she could utter a word, the barbarian had mounted her again.  So instead of a little verbal barb, her lips parted and all she could do was moan in pleasure.<br/>