<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : Locked in Ansem Hyral's room</strong></div><br/>Finding herself in the reverse position, she arched her back as if in a silent plea for him to just thrust into her.  But a moment later she was glad that he hadn't because he was larger than she had thought.  Sure she had gotten a look at it earlier, but now she wished she had looked closer.<br/><br/>As she felt him slip into her moist warmth, her body stiffens for a moment until she gets accustomed to his girth.  With both legs wrapped around his hips, she leans on her arms to push her upper body up, so that she could claim his mouth.  Her tongue slipping out to taste his.  The moment their lips touch one of her arms comes up and she lets her hand run through his dark hair.  With only one arm keeping her up she falls back, taking Ansem with her.<br/><br/>When finally she couldn't take it his teasing thrusts any more, she consciously squeezes her inner muscles as if to beckon him inside.  Her thighs squeeze slightly around his waist, and than she pulls them higher, giving him access to the deeper recesses of her body.