<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/1342/kolettedebrest.jpg)</td><td><strong>Kolette</strong>, The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella, Estelle]<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2361558#msg2361558">Quote from: Faeylin on 20-10-2009, 22:54:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">she felt a very obtrusive squeeze through her dress. First her left tit, and then the right. "I promise that I won't ever mind when my life is in danger, Kolette, as long as you're here to save me," he whimpered against her. The boy was still very much aroused, after his absurd game atop the horses, and he expressed it by nibbling on Kolette's neck.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Cradling him to her, she noticed he quickly went from simpering to shameless groping and sighed theatrically.  She didn't pull him off, however.  "You big <em>girl</em>," Kolette rolled her eyes.  Sometimes he could be more helpless than any of the women.  But she could appreciate his boldness in other arenas, however.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"What am I thinking, Viktor is leaving us, Kolette. And that look...I just know he'd play with us, if we asked. What do you think, my dearest?  It's been so long since we've played with a man, hasn't it?  We could even take turns riding him...or maybe we could compete, to see who could bed him first! What do you think about that game?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Looking back to the diminishing Viktor, she left herself open to a few more sneaking gropes, and idly shooed Antoine's mitts away.  "Vickor you say?  He seems a bit standoffish sometimes, but I suppose he's sport enough for us.  I believe I would love to share someone with you, but the 'hunt' sounds deliciously fun, and better game than some deer.  Just promise whoever wins will invite the other soon!" she smiled, letting Antoine pull her back to her feet.<br/><br/>Moving to Frederick, she selected a shorter bow from the supplies.  "Just a bow for me, Mr. Martin.  I don't much enjoy guns, and I believe this is all I can handle.  Of course, we'll just see if a woman with a little bow can beat the men with their big long guns."<br/><br/>Cinching the quiver with a modicum of competence, Kolette took a few paces to gaze off into the woods.  She was no tracker, however, and it mostly provided an opportunity to ponder her new game and to observe how the group would play out.  Would she approach Viktor directly, flirt with him and seduce?  The Martins had a reputation, and that could be all it took.  Or would it be better to approach this more obliquely, and find who he was close to?  Kolette imagined herself the devious spy, but she was actually a bit unobservant of various power struggles and personal circles.  <em>Maybe I'll just have to catch him alone on the hunt, and, oops! fall into his arms.  A bit overdone, but most men don't seem to mind, or even discern.</em></td></tr></tbody></table>