<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : In Ansem Hyral's locked room</strong></div><br/>The slight friction of his hard desire rubbing against her soft warmth made her groan, and arch her back.  Now that she had him exactly where she had wanted him, she took full advantage.  Rocking her hips back and forth her throaty moans mixing with the sound of his bed moving slightly.<br/><br/>"<strong>Oh wow, I love your body.</strong>"  It was more of a mutter than anything, but when he shifted them she found herself more open to his hard length.  She had almost forgotten how good this had felt, and they weren't even having sex yet.  Leaning forward she bites at his lower lip and than leans back again.<br/><br/>"<strong>If only I had all my proper equipment on me, than I could really show you something gorgeous.</strong>"  Images of the cold steel of one of her knives, which where secretly stashed in her room, pressed against his skin had a shiver running through her body.