<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/30vj9qs.jpg)</div><br/>Regardless of how much the amulet, or the temple, were or weren't influencing her behavior, there was a certain amount of this that was unmistakably Lyradil.  A comparatively long life spent mostly in contemplative study had given her caution.  And caution had given her a desire for perfection, for excellence in all that she did.  After all, if she had all the time in the world, what excuse did she have for doing any less than her best?<br/><br/>And so, as responsible as the pleasure that she felt, or the excitement at the eroticism of the act, it was the scholar in the beautiful young woman that sought to bring Landon to climax.  Her blue eyes looked up at him, gauging his reaction, altering her motions in reaction.  It was almost like a game as well, a challenge to time the dip of her head, let her soft lips close briefly around his tip.  To move her perfect breasts in counterpoint to his steady thrusting.<br/><br/>Lyradil could feel her own excitement rising, in response to his.  Her breath came in soft gasps, needy, excited, her lovely features growing flushed.  She pushed more firmly with her hands, shivering as the flesh of her breasts squeezed him.  Dimly, she was aware of his breath growing ragged, his thrusts growing more frantic.  The sudden thought of what was about to happen came to mind, a moment too late.<br/><br/>"Oh!"  Lyradil gasped in surprise as Landon's shaft suddenly erupted.  Her chin lifted, just a little, the first powerful spurt brushing against her lips, dripping down to the corner of her mouth.  Her blue eyes were wide, fascinated, as she watched.  The next struck her chin, before landing on her ivory orbs, joined by the next, and the next.  Lyradil moaned softly as her breasts were coated by his hot seed.  She stopped moving, but her chest heaved with her breath, her newly coated breasts rising and falling.  She stared at them, still panting, her blue eyes filled with wonder.<em>I... did that.</em>The thought caused much less dismay than she would have thought.  Perhaps even a tiny thrill deep inside.