Name: Thorsen'melis<br/>Tagging: Ilset Val'atha<br/>Location: The Walking Duck<br/><br/>Skill: 10<br/>Stamina: 18<br/>Luck: 12<br/>Captured Maidens: 0<br/><br/>Thorsen had enjoyed the taste of her orgasmic juices, slightly salty but tangy to the taste which made her all the more worth in his eyes. Still savoring the flavor of her previously innocent pussy he allowed his tongue to droop out of his maw while he pulled slowly and lovingly out of her pussy before thrusting back into the warm, damp cave his cock had been designed for. He continued this pace for a few more thrusts but he never went to hard or to fast; always keeping his thrusts mellow and soft to the point. Each time they connected a wet slap filled the air of the tavern.<br/><br/>Thorsen leaned forwards a bit so that he could use his arms to steady her weight but he gently lifted her up from her sprawled position. Her face was right up next to his but only slightly above his face. It was to be an embrace of lovers in a way. His tongue slithered its way closer to her mouth, trying to get into the fleshy prison where her tongue lay as well. Using her own weight to push down on his cock he built a steady pace where he would receive the same amount of pleasure as she would.<br/><br/>“Why you ask? Because I am here to make you into a real women.” he panted out into her face. His hot breath would have flow past her face or across it but either way his cock was no long flaccid but one long peace of flesh ready to breed with this female. Her walls were somewhat tight from her innocence though his scales could take a higher amount of friction incomprehension of regular human cocks “I love your body for you are prefect for the quest of life.” he moaned out into her ear while using her body to counter weight himself from falling over onto the ground.<br/><br/>Roll:At 2014-09-09 01:55:43, Interdiction of words (uid: 54134) rolls: 2d6a10 Result: 17 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=64369)<br/>Notes: Passion can be a true weapon