<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/30vj9qs.jpg)</div><br/>Inexperienced though she was, Lyradil managed to sense the rising tension in Bram just before his release.  Her eyes widened, and she gasped softly as he suddenly erupted into her mouth.  It was a most interesting sensation, she though, the proof of his pleasure, the way his shaft seemed to twitch and shake.  Hot seed filled her mouth; she swallowed rapidly, her throat working instinctively.  Idly, she wondered if the Amulet gave her the ability to do that, or if drinking down spurt after spurt of a man's seed was something she was naturally inclined to be good at.<br/><br/>Lyradil watched, her blue eyes as wide as ever, as Bram pulled back, just a little, gasping as his shaft left her lips.  Before she had time to reflect, though, she found herself pulled suddenly to her feet.  "Oh!"  She gasped again as his hand, strong and commanding, guided her to the couch.<br/><br/>And then he was pulling her against him, the softness of her bare skin against his body.  Lyradil was unable to focus, her thoughts swept away by a sudden wave of desire.  She moaned openly as his hand rubbed along her thigh, stopping when she bit her lower lip.  It was too difficult to think, the musky taste in her mouth and the powers of the amulet filling her mind with impure thoughts.<br/><br/>Lyradil blinked at the question.  "I..."  She moaned softly as his fingers drew near her slit.  Scarcely aware of formulating a thought, an answer tumbled from her lips.  "Take me from behind.  Please."  Her voice was soft, almost plaintive.  Lyradil leaned forward, just a little, rolling her hips back.  Her wonderfully feminine curves were emphasized by the pose, her rounded backside and narrow waist in fine profile, her generous breasts swaying gently with the motion of her body.