<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/67/8d/03/678d03bf7c12b399b4b90039210b348e.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Mouser</span></span><br/>Human Rogue/Bard, 11 HP, AC 19, Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1615304).<br/><em>Known for biting off more than he can chew.</em><br/><strong>Scene:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>That's right, he thought.  The conceited wench always played coy, almost like she didn't want his dick, but as soon as he gave her just a little bit, she devoured it.  And when she bounced like that against him, slamming her hips against his, he knew that she wanted to hurt him.  To snap his dick in half.  She was pissed.  But he liked her pissed.  Slapping her bottom and egging her on, he demanded that she go faster.  The bard bucked against her, giving as good as he got.<br/><br/>"I'm your slack-jacked, cum-guzzling, pig-fucking peasant, you vapid whore," he muttered, gathering her long brown hair in a tight fist and pulling her head back.  Licking the salty sweat off her cheek, he then threw her head forward, and cradled her steel-clad breasts.<br/><br/>Without warning, the bard came in Vendi's arsehole, but his thrusts persisted.  With each push, sticky ivory semen, hot and fresh, was plunged out.  But the bard didn't mind the mess.  Still erect, he kept going.