<strong>Name</strong>: Brandon<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Day 1<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Inside the wreckage of the Dread Horizon.<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Unknown woman<br/><br/>Under different circumstances the ministrations the Siren was giving to Brandon would be well received and well reciprocated, but the lingering threat of being consumed caused him to hesitate in enjoying such attention. However the longer he stayed there the more bearable it became, each hungry kiss a little less threatening, each longing brush of a thigh or breast against him a bit more inviting. Pretty soon Brandon found himself sliding a hand down her side, his warm fingers trailing across cold, moist skin until they ended at the swell of her hip.<br/><br/>Brandon shivered at her hands lightly dawdling over his manhood, and not just because her fingers were cool to the touch. Deciding to let his actions speak for him (and hopefully take her mind off keeping those talons away from his member,) Brandon wrapped his other arm around her waist and made a move to shift their positions, hoping the fact he was trying to get her to turn and brace against the wall speak volumes for what he desired.<br/><br/>Of course, Brandon rationalized what he was doing as<em><strong>it'll buy me some time</strong></em>or<em><strong>better found like this than dead</strong></em>, but a part of him was truly beginning to enjoy it.