The sensation of Lyradil's velvety lips sliding along his length caused the instructor to draw a sharp breath. In a way he was amazed at just how easy it all was; how powerful the amulet's effects were. A part of him ridiculed his earlier self who had expressed interest in gods of war and plague. It was clear that gods of lust created far more... interesting situations.<br/><br/>Bram's grip tightened on the elf's hair, not at all an attempt to restrict her movements but rather to assert his authority. His breath was ragged as she pleasured him, his need for release slowly but surely rising. But it was not only the sensation of her mouth around his shaft that was arousing but rather the entire encounter. The sheer eroticism of the act filled him with desire and need; here he was enjoying the pleasures of not just any lovely young student but an elf who carried a body that seemed as if it had been blessed by Sadesh herself. And on top of that she was servicing him while helplessly aroused herself, unable to put up any real resistance against his will. Never had he dared to picture himself in such a situation.<br/><br/>The professor leaned forward slightly, letting out a groan as Lyradil teased him. He was close now; he could feel his pleasure nearly at its peak.