<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/30vj9qs.jpg)</div><br/>In fact, if Lyradil could view herself and this scene dispassionately, she might be surprised at her own behavior.  She was given to study and learning, not to the pleasures of the flesh.  But such calm study was not available to her at the moment.  She felt the heat of her bare skin, cooled by the air but warmed by Landon's lustful gaze.  She felt the throbbing in her sensitive breasts, in her stimulated nipples, as they rubbed against him.  Even her remaining clothing, clinging to every feminine curve the way it did, seemed to encourage her.<em>It must be the amulet, or this place.  Surely it's not me.</em><br/><br/>It was a tangible sensation as Landon thrust his shaft between her perfect breasts again and again.  There was something innately pleasurable about the act, she decided.  The heat of him against her skin.  The hardness of him, contrasted with the softness of her breasts.  Even as she continued to move her hands, pressing her supple breasts against him, she arched her back, narrow waist bending just a little.  Her delicate chin tilted upwards, lips parted, her breath coming in soft moans or gasps.<br/><br/>"Use my...?"  Lyradil looked down, blue eyes wide with fascination, watching as the tip of his shaft pressed through the valley of her cleavage, emerging into view, only to disappear as he withdrew, sending a shiver through her.  Although her breasts had always been a fact of her life, she had recognized their aesthetic appeal.  Watching a man's shaft use them so... despite herself, a thrill went through her.  It seemed only natural, then, that the next time his shaft pressed beyond her velvety orbs, her pink tongue flickered out, swirling around the tip, moaning softy at the sheer eroticism of the act as she did so.