<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/30vj9qs.jpg)</div><br/>Pleasure was steadily mounting.  Despite herself, Lyradil found a steady rhythm, her hips rising and falling, her curvaceous body moving atop Landon.  The pleasure she was feeling was evident in every expression, every movement, from the trembling in her thighs, to the arching of her back.  She moaned steadily as she was pleasured, above and below, that pleasure translated into more wanton behavior.<br/><br/>The efforts Ross made continued to be quite effective indeed.  Lyradil moaned around his shaft as her nipples were toyed with, her back arching further even as her hips continued to steadily rise and fall.  There was a subtle change in her manner, the expression on her lovely features shifting, her body language slightly different.<em>It's not really me giving in.  It's the amulet.  Or this place.  I can't control it.</em>And with that, Lyradil gave herself completely over to the pleasure.  Her head moved faster, tongue swirling, one hand coming up to stroke in counterpoint, up and down his shaft.<br/><br/>"Mmmm!"  Lyradil's voice was only barely muffled by the shaft in her mouth.  The touch on her clit was too much, the pleasure coming too rapidly for her to deal with.  Her back arched wildly, an impressive display of flexibility, even as her hips pressed down, impaling herself fully on Landon's shaft as the pleasure of climax rushed through her body.  Her inner walls tightened, pulsing around his shaft, the rest of her body trembling.  Her mouth mirrored the gesture, pressing forward, taking as much of Ross into her mouth as she could, more than before.  Again and again her whole body shook, helpless against the waves of climax.