<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 was somewhat taken aback by her forwardness, he'd expected some verbal sparing and maybe telling a story or two to get further into her good graces, he'd not really let himself expect that he might get to bed her yet, hope maybe but not expect. Despite his surprise he let none of that show as he first dismissed his court of spirits to keep watch, and not to peek, and then began removing his armor slowly and deliberately, stacking each piece neatly in the corner as he removed it.<br/><br/>"What do I say? What could anyone say to a request like that? I accept, I am deeply honored you chose me, and I shall do my best to make this as pleasing an experience for you as I can."<br/><br/>Finally wearing nothing but a tunic and leather leggings he moved slowly toward her, like a hunter afraid of startling it's prey but without the same feeling of dark intent. Upon reaching the bed he sat beside her then, carefully and slowly so she could keep track of everything that was going on, put his arms around her and drew her into a gentle kiss while one hand rubbed her back soothingly. With a minor effort of will he cast a lesser spell of strength and stamina on Eldrith, both to help her last longer despite her inexperience and, more importantly, to help her feel more comfortable and secure. At last he broke the kiss but did not back away or stop the hand stroking her back.<br/><br/>"How do you feel about your idea now?" he asked a little teasingly before pulling her into another gentle kiss, letting the passion build slowly and naturally instead of trying to force it. Somehow he suspected that she'd be a fireplug in bed once she had gotten comfortable with it, and he looked forward to helping her really cut loose.