<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/30vj9qs.jpg)</div><br/>One last gasp escaped Lyradil's lips as Bram withdrew his hand, his digit slick with her fluids.  She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, her bare breasts rising and falling with the motion.  It was strange, she thought, how sensitive the amulet seemed to make her, how overwhelming the pleasure was when someone touched her.<br/><br/>The pressure on her shoulder was more than enough.  Lyradil's shapely legs easily gave way at Bram's touch.  Without conscious thought, she found herself kneeling before him.  She blinked up at him, her lashes flickering across her brilliant blue eyes.  The sensation of his hands in her hair was a sudden one, surprising, but not quite so surprising as being suddenly confronted with his shaft.<br/><br/>And yet... perhaps it was not so surprising.  Even though he no longer touched her, the pleasure of his fingers lingered, coursing through her sensitive body, awakening her desire.  Her lips parted softly as she looked at his shaft, mere inches from her.  It may not have been clear to her conscious mind, and she certainly would not have thought of it days ago, but now that she had been wearing the amulet...<br/><br/>Gently, Lyradil leaned forward, her lips parting further.  Her blue eyes flickered upwards, meeting Bram's, as she took his shaft into her mouth.  It felt hot against her tongue, filling her mouth with a masculine taste.  Slowly, shivering ever so slightly, Lyradil began to bob her head, sliding her lips up and down the length of his shaft.