<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a5/Hot-interracial-photos-interracial-lesbians-kissing_%281%29.jpg)</div><strong>Last Night<br/>Gentle Beam<br/><br/></strong>In sleep, there was blessed relief from pain and fear.<br/><br/>In sleep, the wet heat bringing her nipple to life and the hot flesh tantalizing her virgin flower could be fantasised to belong to her beautiful friend Savannah Moon, or one of the other gilrs, or their most magnificent camptain.<br/><br/>Gentle Beam whimpered as sleep deserted her.  The beautiful lies betrayed her.  She arched her back in spite of herself, rosy nipples swollen from unwanted attention.  She bit her lip to hold back a coo of pleasure.  For a moment, she lost herself and began to roll her hips against the her assailants probing fingers…<br/><br/>Then the readhead gave a terrified gasp.  “You can’t…” she gasped out.  She moved her hip against her attackers cock and gave a terrified whimper at what she found.  “You can’t put that in me…” she sobbed.  “I’m a virgin, you can’t put that monster in me! It’s spiked!”<br/><br/><strong>Whipsers</strong><br/><br/>Walking in the woods outside of town, Whipsers on the Night Wind found her troubled thoughts soothed by twilight and her namesake breeze.  She gave a whistle as she walked and—some minutes later—a great white winged owl landed before her.  The Linowan girl scrambled up on the strix’s back and preened it’s horns.  The two took off into the night as Whispers worked with essence and affection to build a deeper bond with the Strix.  Peace found her.<br/><br/>That bastard Haltan surely could never find her here anyway.