<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/>Feeling no particular urgency to be in a rush, Cyrus savored Pantea's warmth as she remained motionless with him filling her depths.  Though he took the opportunity to wrap his arms around her body rather than keep his hands planted on her hips.  He hadn't expected a slow, sensual mating from her, but was overjoyed to see that was what she had desired.  As much as he enjoyed a good rough fuck, he found intimate lovemaking sessions to be too few and far between for his preference.<br/><br/>The magus' hands glided smoothly over Pantea's back, his touch lightly caressing her while he committed the gentle curves of her body to memory.  A desire to touch and be touched washed over his mind, a result of the animal hunger within him transitioning to the situation.  As much as he tried, he could not seem to get enough of his skin to press against hers.  Not that it stopped him from trying by pressing closer into the embrace.  Then he felt her hips rock into him, feeling the tight walls of her sex caressing his length sending a steady tide of pleasure to flood through his body.<br/><br/>He loosened the embrace when he felt her weight shift as she leaned back, cupping her breasts almost teasingly even if not intentional.  When their eyes met, it was clear to him that their enjoyment was equally matched in all areas not strictly limited to the physical stimulation brought on by their lovemaking.<br/><br/><em>"We have an audience."</em>Cyrus grinned in return, having been well aware of the feeling of several sets of eyes upon them.  Not limited to the more bashful ones that resided within the camp either.  "It's been a while since I've been the exhibitionist instead of the voyeur.  It's certainly a nice change of pace."<br/><br/><em>"I can never understand how one can take a vow of chastity.   In all the gifts of life this is one of the most precious."</em><br/><br/>Cyrus all but purred in agreement.  "That is one of the few points Lasciel and I see eye to eye on.  How can something so naturally wonderful be willingly cast aside without it being considered a crime against the creator and nature?"<br/><br/>He watched as Pantea leaned in and happily met her halfway with closed eyes and was instantly aware of her tongue as it sought a companion to dance with.  It was hardly an instant later than his tongue began to writhe with hers, allowing them to get lost in the sensations of pleasure as she continued to glide along his length.  Once again, his arms pulled her into a tight embrace to help her maintain her rhythm while pulling her closer against him.