<div class="floatleft">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/Thomas__Dresden_Files_by_dauntingfire-1.jpg)</div><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Cyrus Valerian</span></em><br/>HP 56 (Current HP 56)  AC 16</strong><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9084)<br/><br/><sup><strong>Camp</strong></sup><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Cyrus delighted in the sensation of her flesh as he explored her body with his lips, encouraged by the sounds his lover made in response.  By now, his entire being craved her, wanting more of the pleasure she was capable of offering.  Lasciel's presence was nearly a tangible thing at this point, having a very real impression that she was physically there, leaning well over his shoulder to get a better look at the couple.  Allowed to observe, but not interact.  At least this time around.  It took him a moment to realize that there was a second layer of pleased effeminate tones that he was hearing under Pantea's.  He looked around at the others while making sure his warm lips never left his lover's flesh.  It hadn't been Caera, that much was obvious when he glanced her way meeting here eyes for a brief moment.  The magus hadn't been the one to break the gaze.  It couldn't have been one of those who observed from the woods, surely that would have enticed a reaction from the others in camp.  A mischievous grin spread across his lips.<br/><br/><em>Enjoying yourself?</em><br/><br/>Lasciel's voice purred back, her tone was the refined essence of lust and desire.<em>Mmmmmm, as much as I can for an appetizer while being forced to live vicariously.  That is unless...</em><br/><br/><em>Not this time around, Pantea's all mine this evening.</em><br/><br/>The internal voice growled, but it was sexual rather than menacing and entirely full of mischief.<em>As you wish, but don't think I'll forget about this.  I'll be sure to find some way to get even.</em><br/><br/>All during that internal conversation, Cyrus never ceased his teasing and became curious about just how eager Pantea had become.  Using the hand that was not locked in her hair, he slid a finger along her slit to coat it in her nectar before sliding it into her pussy.  The feeling of how tightly her hot velvety walls gripped his digit was enough to elicit a deep breath of surprised anticipation as his cock became entirely jealous of his finger.  Withdrawing slowly, he ran the length of his finger along her clit teasingly before allowing his hand to wrap around her thigh.  Cyrus's eyes glistened with physical need as he met her's before pulling her into another deeply passionate kiss.  All the while, his hand guided her hips urging her to straddle him.  Making it well known that he desired to be inside of her.