<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v229/EdgeH2oWonder/9f6bbffc-0fb6-49f4-b73c-9c91cd8f7e3a_zpsk6z7aetq.jpg)</div><br/><br/><hr/><strong></strong><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Vendi</span></span><br/>Fighter/Ranger, 12 HP, AC 18, Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1617438).<br/><em>The flirtatious beauty known for bankrolling adventures, but only if she gets to come! <br/>Ignore the gossip surrounding the </em>last<em> group of heroes to go on a quest with her - they are greatly exaggerated!</em><br/>Post: 11 IC // 4 smut (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289600.0)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/>She wanted to whine and protest and be a raging bitch, but Vendi was putting all of her concentration into meeting Mouser's blows. She was, as always, flighty. Her whims changed from moment to moment and in this moment, she was starting to thoroughly enjoy the pummeling she was receiving. No pain, no gain. When his fingers entangled her hair and his tongue ran across her cheek, there was a moment between his cock thrusting inside her and her head being forced forward that let loose a low and sensuous moan of pleasure.<br/><br/>Vendi could hold a conversation during sex. She could grunt and squeal. She gagged, coughed, spit, and breathed heavily. The elf made many noises during sex, but rarely did she make those small and sexy sounds that displayed how much she was enjoying herself. When they did manage to escape her lips, they were<em>earned</em>. Truly, she preferred not to make them at all. Letting all of the riff raff she exposed herself to see how utterly depraved and wanton her lust could actually be was one thing, but letting them know how much she<em>enjoyed</em>it was another. It was demeaning to the aristocrat to be so<em>common</em>. Vendi liked to believe that Mouser was nothing more than an object for her own amusement and that he could never satisfy her the way she (in her head, perhaps in reality) satisfied him.<br/><br/>But like usual, he was doing whatever the hell he pleased and like usual, Vendi was succumbing to his roguish charm.<br/><br/>His cum sloshing out of her felt like success and the elf relished that she had milked another cock to an exciting end, but Mouser was anything but finished. Happily, Vendi continued to bounce with him in rhythm until<em>plop!</em>she bounced right off of his erect member and waddled forward. She spun around, cheeks pink and moist lips parted. She felt his semen stick between her thighs and it made her tremble in delight.<br/><br/><strong>"I will <em>NOT</em> spend my first time in the Emerald Spire walking like a <em>duck</em>,"</strong>she admonished. Truthfully, it might have been too late. Her bottom was sore and her mood was sour after cutting herself off from a potentially thrilling end. Her narrowed eyes ceased their reprimanding stare as she became thoughtful, thinking about first times.<strong>"Have you ever had sex in the Spire?"</strong>she asked, suddenly sociable. While her orgasm denial had been self inflicted, a denied Vendi was an intense Vendi and it almost seemed as if a palpable aura of lust was now emanating from the would-be warrior who felt a mighty need. She would satisfy it in her own time. She went from looking at Mouser's eyes to Mouser's dick. She licked her lips.<br/><br/><strong>"Would you like to pop my Spire cherry?"</strong>Vendi in an adventuring party was already a handful. A lusty Vendi looking for a reason to sneak off and get laid in the dangerous dungeon was something entirely new.