Late Night Liaisons<br/>Tag:<strong>Drac</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Your Post, Since its been a while</div><div class="spoiler_body">In contrast to it's appearance in the morning, the ground floor of the Harlot's Crotch after closing was dark and deadly quiet. Anyone who frequented the place and became accustomed to the usual buzz would be thrown off by the silence late at night. As it was, the room would be plunged in total darkness were it not for a single candle lit on a table in the corner.<br/><br/>Sitting on a chair beside it, Amber Mist of the Mountain had his pants around his ankles and jerked his manhood like there was no tomorrow. After a busy, tiring day where his thoughts kept drifting back to the four beauties from earlier, the enchanting Perfect Orchid, the temptingly gorgeous androgenous individual, the near-naked dark-skinned slave and, most of all, the gallant lady who had kissed his hand and stolen his heart, he needed to blow off steam and something else. Even thought he was stuck at night waiting for a delivery, he was glad for a chance to release his pent-up frustrations in private.</div></div><br/>Fyr watched him from the darkness, sitting in the light? The predator in her tsk tsk'd, hed completely ruined his nightvision. Of course, that make things all the easier~<br/><br/>The Raksha discarded her shoes and silently crept up to him in the murk, "I do like a show, but wouldnt you rather some company?" she asked, her tone gentle. As she spoke, she stepped into the circle of candle light, the thin white silk of her clothing giving her a somewhat ethereal look. Fyr stood before him for a moment, letting him see her, then slipped to her knees before him, firmly pushing his hands away from where he had probably tried to cover himself, and wrapped her on fingers around him, giving the shaft a firm squeeze, "Isnt this better?" she asked coyly