<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/394599_445596018814015_79249732_n.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Cormac (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8216177#msg8216177)<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>Cimmerian<br/><strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong>Barbarian/Warrior (strength, climbing, stealth, hunting)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside the Leaky Wench, In Cormac's room<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Mira<br/><br/><hr/><br/>With each insulting epithet on his character and heritage, with each clamorous demand to cease and release, with each futile attempt to struggle and escape, Cormac the barbarian only grew more aroused and erect, his manhood swelling and stiffening to the point of creating an aching that could only be soothed and relieved by being surrounded by the loins of the whore beneath him.<br/><br/>The wanton slut brought this on herself by teasing and enticing him with the movements of her voluptuous, fertile figure.  He eased in slowly, savoring the initial stretching, feeling her insides move within her to accommodate his impressive girth and length.  After hitting the back of her tunnel, he ground his hips into her, making room inside her to that was not already there, hitting parts within that had not been touched by any other man before him.<br/><br/>Finally, every fraction of an inch of Cormac's arousal was buried within Mira, and his heavy sack pressed against her nether lips like the hilt of a sword against the throat of a scabbard.<br/><br/>Still lying atop her, his weight pinning her down and his muscles driving into her with all the force he could muster, Cormac was in ecstasy.  This was, by far, the tightest yet most yielding cunt he had ever thrust into.  He almost felt the throbbing in his member match the pulse in her walls.  Her cries and pleas would usually cause him to stop, but way she fought and argued only made him rut her harder.  He wanted to fuck her like he hated her, to break her in twain with his manhood in her tunnel, but then her cries for him to stop changed to pleas to keep going, which broke the spell Cormac was under and made him slow his relentless pace.<br/><br/>He held her hips against his, and sat back on his feet, taking her off her chest and onto her hands and knees.  He tugged her hair, turning her head to the side to look over her shoulder at him.<br/><br/><strong>"I liked it more when you tried to stop me, slut."</strong><br/><br/>He released the crimson tresses and grabbed her wrists, using them to pull her arms back as he thrust forward into her.  He imagined the way her breasts bounced as he pounded into her, then released her arms so she could lay the side of her face against the bed.  He held both her wrists in one hand against the small of her back, the other landing blows on her generous pale backside, marring the fair flesh with hand prints as pink as her stiff nipples and nether lips.<br/><br/>So hard was the barbarian, so aroused, yet release was not coming, and a change in position was needed.<br/><br/>He rolled her over onto her back, brought her legs up and around his hips, then inserted himself back inside he folds, resuming his thrusts.  He grabbed her face, his fingers against one cheek, his thumb pushing into the other, and looked into her eyes.<br/><br/><strong>"Beg me to stop, slut.  Tell me how much it hurts, whore.  Say you'll do anything, give anything, for me to cease rutting you like the filthy fucking pig you are."</strong><br/><br/>