<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/vCpZwLv.jpg)</div>Name: Vall Ha'la, Queen of Valkyr<br/>Location: Flesh Bazaar<br/>Tagging: DM<br/><hr/><br/>Oh, she could feel his 'natural urges' alright; Val was happy that the man's 'urges' were so very potent. She was hardly a size queen, appreciating all shapes and sizes of the male phallus (and those not quite male moreso), but there was something about being stuffed full that was positively delightful at times. This was one of those times.<br/><br/>Graciously Vall sipped at the wine - it was pretty good wine, though much like her people beer and mead was more her taste - but was by<em>far</em>happier when that gods-awful collar fell from her neck upon the floor. Taking a deep breath, she quickly shifted to be straddling him proper, facing him directly with her slit pressed firmly against the growing bulge in his pants, legs on either side with her arms still about his neck. She smirked down at him, and her skin began to change color, turning as dark as pure obsidian, with the marblesque patterns reminiscent of ritualized bone-imagery, from crown to toe. Her weight did not change, but her skin was surely tougher beneath the hobgoblin's fingers...<br/><br/>...at least until she willed her blessing away a few moments later.<br/><br/><strong>"Mmm... you know just how to get me riled up, Master,"</strong>she cooed in a sultry purr, beginning to rub her wet slit against the leathered clothing separating her from her desired prize.<br/><br/>She audibly hissed as she felt him grip her full cheeks, backing her ass into the firm grip lest he not be firm enough for her, and Vall's lips loosed an excited moan that blended into a closed-eyed smile as she heard his plan.<br/><br/><strong>"Ooh! You've come up with a <em>wonderful</em> idea, Master!"</strong>she replied breathily, her eyes enflamed with a passionate lust that was not there when the collar was on (for indeed, detached from her natural gifts did more than just restrain her powers).<strong>"And after will you push me down on my back and fuck me in the ass like I was but a whore, Master? Oh, why must you wear this damn leather!"</strong><br/><br/>Her grip on his neck tightened a bit, but not enough to be a threat. More that it was a manifestation of Vall's eagerness, as she was quickly slicking the leather and cloth sopping with her juices.<br/><br/><strong>"Fuck me!"</strong>she paused, then remembered.<strong>"...please, Master!"</strong><br/><br/>(OOC: Should I post an Intimidation, lol? :) )