<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/>His eyes rolled, his breath caught in his throat and he felt like his head would float off, it was feeling so light. He remained inside her, cock buried to hilt inside her. But not for long. He could feel her arms over his shoulder, wrapped around his neck as she needed him, when in fact he needed her, for some odd reason that escaped him at the moment. Thoughts fled him at the moment in the presence of more pressing concerns, and he pulls his hips back, cock coated in her wetness, and he worked his way in again, considerably quicker, slamming her back into the wall again, making him feel powerful, strong. His grip on her held her in place, just high enough to be held between his ramming and holding her against the wall. Just perfect, and he pushed in again, and again, and again. He couldn't get enough of her, his arms flexing to hold her, his body tensing from the pure pleasure that she was providing him. He had never dreamed that his soon-to-be wife could have felt so good.<br/><br/>One hand trailed trailed away from her ass, up her stomach, already covered in a light sheen of sweat, his hips slapping loudly against the inside of her thighs, the sounds of his cock sliding into her sex, the smell of her pussy making him wilder, his grip on her more precise. His finger trailed up to grip her breasts, bouncing erratically, shuddering with each stroke that made him grunt and moan softly, leaning down to bite her shoulder, not too hard, but hard enough to leave something of a mark. He wasn't pausing in his fucking, not even for a moment. He had wanted this for a long, long time, but had never known it, discovering it now as he pushed into her again and again.<br/><br/>His finger closed around her nipple, palm rubbing her breast, holding it up, in place, heart pounding like a made beast trying to escape. His forefinger and thumb closed around the nipple, squeezing gently. He gasped as a sudden bolt of pleasure shot through his body, and he redoubled his efforts.