<strong>Name</strong>: Thogstein Wolfgang Fitzgerald Hawthorn The Third (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg14154975#msg14154975)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Anahita, Sparrow, Others who might join<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fancy Tailored Moth Silk Battle Dress</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/448185564194144256/586187847502004254/D0102_a__50478.png)</div></div><br/><strong>HP</strong>: 25/25,<strong>XP</strong>: 4/8,<strong>Armor</strong>: 1<strong>Blood</strong>: 0<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/79/a2/91/79a2916544dff17dabe6cc3949922b83.jpg)</div><hr/><br/>Thog was rather enjoying herself, congratulating herself on not wasting time with buying underclothes for this particular short dress to make it easier to enjoy her conquest. The warm breath on her sex was quite the delight as she watched the spectacle elsewhere as she waited for her drink. A shiver ran through her as tongue and fingers coaxed sensitive flesh, a light groan slipping from her lips as she raised her hand and finally found it un-moving.<br/><br/>Eyes snapped fully open as the curling forked tongue danced along her insides, the heat and caresses filling her own aching groin as the sensations rose higher. Gritting her teeth through a low moan to try to keep from this predicament from being noticed, her eyes narrowed down as Anahita spoke. Anger and desire flooded in the burning gaze as she hissed downwards.<strong>"When this wears off I'm going to bend you in half and wear you like a glove."</strong><br/><br/>Clear fluid dripped from her glistening bare lower lips in thin trails down to the seat below, pale skin reddened and flushed with the ache of need.