<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/30vj9qs.jpg)</div><br/>Lyradil watched, her blue eyes almost impossibly wide, as Bran gently stroked his shaft.  It was almost a hypnotizing thing, watching it swell in his hand.  Her gaze shifted to his hand as it moved closer to her body.  Her lips parted softly, as though to offer an objection, but none come out.  A soft gasp escaped her as his hand slid down her taut stomach.  Her body tensed under his touch, flexing gently, anticipation filling her as his hand dipped lower, lower, sliding under the waistband of her panties...<br/><br/>"Ahhh!"  Lyradil cried out as his fingers began to stimulate her.  Her back arched, her breasts bouncing once, her expression melting as wave after wave of sensation coursed through her sensual body.  She cried out again, the cry quickly fading to a moan as he teased her clit again and again.  Her whole body trembled, shaking visibly.  Gently, she leaned forward, her bare body pressing against his arm, one hand coming up to clutch helplessly at him as wave after wave of pleasure stole her strength.  Her soft moans grew ragged as a finger slipped between her folds, already wet.  Her tightness clutched at his finger as it moved, Lyradil's eyes squeezing tightly shut against the sensations.  Slowly, scarcely noticeably, her curving hips began to rock against his hand.<br/><br/>Dimly, Lyradil was aware of the hardness of Bram's shaft in her hand, hot to the touch.  How had it gotten there?  It didn't matter.  Almost idly, she began to stroke it.  Although she was scarcely aware of doing so, she nevertheless moved with a natural sensuality; how much of it was the amulet, and how much of it was the lovely young elven woman was impossible to tell.  Her dainty hand moved around him, fingers dancing almost playfully around his tip a few moments before gently encircling him.  Slowly, but with an increasing firmness, her hand moved up and down, exploring his whole length, even as her own moans grew louder.