<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : In Ansem Hyral's personal quarters</strong></div><br/>She would get so caught up in her own pleasure that the occasional slap on her ass created a small pain that would center back onto what she was doing.   keeping up the pace his words send a thrill down her spine.  A thrill to see him cum beneath her.  Feeling him tense up had her precariously close to orgasm, she was almost there, almost....and than he came hard into her, slamming her down, spilling his seed.  Her finger dig reflexively into his skin, but she releases him after a moment.  She had almost been there, so damn close.<br/><br/>The strain in her thighs from pushing herself up and down finally caught up with her and she swings one of her legs over so that she could lay flat on her back next to Hyral.  Bringing one arm over so that she could cover her eyes from the light shining down, she groans slightly and than turns her face to look at Ansem.  Although she hadn't reached her orgasm, her body still felt good, being filled with a hard cock being enough for the moment.<br/><br/>