<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Gladiatrix24resized1.jpg)</div><br/><br/><div align="center"><em><strong>~Ryann, in the Baths~</strong></em></div><br/>Now Ryann was no stranger to the art of heavy petting. As the Princess of Ireland, her father had staved off many a suitor. Yet his daughter was no longer a gentle blushing maid. She was a woman grown, and with that came the desires that went along with it. She was smart enough to keep any clandestine meetings she had partaken in silent. Not a single rumor had EVER been circulated about the daughter of the Ard Ri being a wanton.<br/><br/>Yet what Ammon was currently doing to her was new territory, and quite wondrous. She'd had gentle fingers about her sex, but she had been ever afraid that any insertion would corrupt that what was most important. Now the Egyptian's tongue was dancing upon her nether lips, lapping at her pulsing clit, and Ryann was instantly lost in immense pleasure. She found her legs were quivering. Slowly her thighs were parting of their own accord, more with each deeper probe of his tongue within her. She couldn't stop her hips from rocking to meet his efforts. Her eyes closed and her head turned, a cheek laying against the cool stone of the wall as she panted and moaned quicker. So long it had been since she'd been touched, so long since she'd had to bury any desire, and now Ammon was devouring her. Surely it wouldn't take much longer from his ministrations to plummet her over the edge.<br/><br/>“Aaahhh yeesss, Gladiator...you will slay me, and I will gladly go to my death..."