<strong>Name:</strong>Bremorel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Finna's Tent<br/><strong>With:</strong>Finna<br/><hr/>The furs beneath her, Fin's smooth skin above, Bree was trapped in a little bit of paradise, heat growing within her as she slid and stroked, her feet now settling on the bed between Fin's legs, legs folded across her lover's thighs.  She pulled her tongue back a bit, letting it flick across Fin's upper lip as the warrior lifted her head, breaking the kiss enough to speak, to declare her intentions.<br/><br/>"Ummmm..." Fin's soft kisses down her neck, while her fingers traced sharp lines past her ribs and and following the curve of her waist, conspired to force Bree to arch up, trying to press her whole body into Fin's hovering just above... she slumped back onto the furs as Fin shifted up to whisper in her ear.  "Oh Fin... they're all yours now..., ohh, closer..."  she moaned a little, then gave a soft whimper of frustration as Fin toyed with her, pretending to kiss but just sliding her lips past Bree's own.  Again she rose up, too late to catch those lips, but she kissed Fin's cheeks, even gave them a soft lick, her hands pulling down on the Viking's shoulderblades, trying to crush their two bodies together, to fuse them into one writhing mass.  Her legs alternately rose and fell, sliding her thighs against her lover's, using a calf to brush Fin's bottom, then dropping her legs again and pushing up with her hips, craving any and all contact.<br/><br/>Her moans grew louder, occasionally almost a guttural roar as she succeeded in pressing some tender part together with Fin's... her generous (by elf standards) breasts briefly contacting and lifting Fin's own before the sorceress fell back once more.  "Fin... I didn't know... but oh, I want you so..."