<strong>Name:</strong>Morgul the Necromancer<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Straight<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Prancing Pony<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Eldrith<br/><br/>Morgul grinned with pardonable pride at the writhing form splayed across his chest. He purred in her ear as he caught one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger to lightly twist and pull on even as he wiggled the fingers in her sex before sliding a third into the lucky, lusty virgin. "That's right my dear, just let it go. You've got plenty more in you and I intend to wring a few more out before I'm done with you! It's a pity we've still got work to do or I'd quite enjoy working you to your limit and letting you fall blissfully unconscious. Still, there's always the after party!" When she came he planned to grab her waist and quickly impale her on his member, stretching her out and breaking her hymen while she was still overloaded from her orgasm. By the time she came down most of the pain should have faded and she'd be ready for a nice gentle fucking... not that he expected she'd want it to stay gentle for long if her performance so far was anything to go by! Still, unlike far too many, he had no particular fetish for virgins, he simply actively enjoyed bringing women to climax, so, if she was willing (and he expected she would be!), he intended to show her far more then he had time for today.