<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/06/Cirven150.png)</div><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/79/Cirven150a.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cirven<br/><strong>Current Form:</strong>Trithos<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Myeliae<br/><strong>Players Nearby:</strong>Nilofer<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He was sure that his mind noticed that they now had an audience, elves, Peranos, he guessed, were watching, staring, gawking, some even growing aroused with this voracious taking of an elven woman. Cirven had not noticed how much he had needed this before, but now, feeling he aggressiveness being expended, the passion that he had held in himself with rigid military discipline, now being released in a storm of passion, vigor and mindless fucking felt too damn good. It had been so long since he had released himself to this scale that he almost forgotten what it had felt like, if he had ever felt it at all. Feeling his hips slap her ass sharply again and again, as his cock jolted her forward with each thrust, hands gripping her hair and shoulder yanking her back again to take him in, hammering her forward again with a loud slap of his hips against her bottom again. He leaned a bit to the side, watching the effects on her body, how her breasts jumped and bounced, her face contorted with painful amounts of pleasure being so roughly enforced on her mind, making her moan and scream.<br/><br/>When he spoke, he felt a change in her. Something tightening, something excited that he had spoken to her like that, something that wanted to obey his command to the letter, and thank him for giving it. And as her excitement grew, pressing her to the edge of her insanity, he could feel his own follow suit. Sparks of pleasure shoot up his body, making him gasp, his muscular body tensing, making him go faster, even harder than before, a low growl in his throat building up into a roar. He gripped her tighter than before, holding her firmly in place.<br/><br/>He felt her cum soak his thighs yet again, but this time, he was too far gone for self control. His body tensed, his cock, buried and reburied inside her suddenly twitched, and he knew he couldn't last much longer. With a gasp, his hips bucked violently, ramming her against the railing again, his time his cock spurted his liquid inside her, warm, thick, filling her to the brim as he kept moving, more mechanically than anything else, riding out his orgasm with her, finally pulling himself to a stop, his hands disentangling from her hair.<br/><br/>His mind finally caught up with his body: What had he just done? It wasn't wrong, he knew that much. But did that make it right?