<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/30vj9qs.jpg)</div><br/>Lyradil had always been a superb student, excelling in whatever it was that she put her mind to.  She'd risen quickly in the school, both in terms of scholarship and in magical prowess.  Now... Lyradil's tongue swirled about, brusing all around Bram's shaft.  Her head bobbed with a steady rhythm, gradually taking in a little more of his each time.  There was something undeniably erotic about it, about pleasuring a man with her mouth.  He felt so hot and hard against her tongue, seeming to swell a little more as she thoroughly worked his shaft.<br/><br/>For just a moment, Lyradil slowed, her blue eyes clouding with uncertainty.  One hand came up to daintily brush a strand of her red hair back from her face.  This wasn't like her, was it?  To give in so thoroughly, to allow the pleasures of the body to overcome her.  She was a woman of careful thought, interested in cerebral matters.<br/><br/>Lyradil moaned around Bram's shaft as he gripped her head.  There was something strangely liberating about ceding control to another.  If he was the authority here, surely what she was doing was okay?  Just as the way her body was reacting, her curves still trembling with pleasure, was easily explained from the amulet.<br/><br/>With new enthusiasm, Lyradil took even more of Bram's shaft into her mouth.  She moaned softly once more as she began to move again, her elegant head bobbing faster and faster, her lovely red hair swaying with the motion.