<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/05/80/0d/05800da63394cebd024020d687bbe7cf.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Tamaa ya Hamu (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2444194)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Human Female Archer</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>48/48<br/><strong>AC:</strong>17<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+1<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Faru ibn'Jalal,<br/><hr/><br/>Faru pounded into her hard.  A frantic pace, that in a whirlwind which is spiraling towards a quick conclusion of their tryst.  He hard ground scrapes her tailbone.  It only adds through to the pleasure surging through her.   She feels his body that smothers her begin to tense up.  Soon it will be all over and his seed will fill her.  Faru slows his pace.   Fighting to keep from drawing it to conclusion.   He arrays down at her with a growl to.    It is enough to allow her now the opening.  To slip her legs from being draped over his shoulders.  She draws them down to wrap them around him and hook her feet behind his buttocks.   Such will give her greater input into their fornicating.   Allowing her to draw herself into his thrusts, gaining a greater intensity.<br/><br/>"Don't stop, your so large, my perfect beautiful man."  Tamaa arrays back at him.  As a strange feeling is shooting through her.   Something that is more than two people copulating.  It is a feeling of wholeness, of being completed.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>GM Notice:<br/></strong>