<strong>Name:</strong>Bremorel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Finna's Tent<br/><strong>With:</strong>Finna<br/><hr/>Looking down, Bree watched Fin's buxom, firm body gliding over her own, their bodies complementing each other so well.  The beauty over her, strong yet supple, proving her flexibility as she pressed her sex to Bree's ... Bree could enjoy just watching her move, but the feelings stirring in her were far too strong to permit that.  There was something so very delicious in how the movement of the human's hips spread a warm slickness, the proof of their arousal, of their desire for each other.  Bree tried to match those movements, pushing herself up and against Fin, seeking out her softness, trying to bring their lips together.<br/><br/>For a time, as Fin shifted to let her mouth have free reign over Bree's chest, to brush lips across a stiff, straining nipple, the contact between her legs was dimished; Bree could concentrate on stroking Fin's shoulders, her arms, and insinuating a hand between them, gliding it from her lover's hip up to one breast... brushing the underside of the dangling globe, letting her fingers circle around the peak.  Her moans increased in frequency, in volume, emphasized with a little extra force whenever her fingers found a new treasure, or whenever her lover struck a particularly sensitive point.  It was so... right, to lose herself with Fin at last; she felt completely safe, free to give up all restraint, all control.<br/><br/>When Fin's teeth entered the game, their hard surfaces dimpling Bree's skin, the edges giving just a hint of a pinch, a sharper pressure that merely added to the pleasure Bree was experiencing.  She moaned more deeply as Fin increased the pressure on her breast, drawing it in with her sucking, pressing down and around with her tongue.  "Oh Fin, Fin... "<br/><br/>The warrior's  thigh was pressing and moving more forcefully now, and Bree squeezed Fin between her own thighs, forcing her own leg against the wet lips that slid back and forth so lustily, both of the women growing more frantic, engulfed by their pleasure, their passion for each other.  The sound of Fin's joyous suckling, their increasingly urgent groans, the moist heat surrounding them, it became too much.  Bree threw her arms around Fin, rocking her hips back and forth with all her energy, gripping, gliding, the smooth skin of the Viking's inner thigh pressing her lips apart.  "Fin!  Fin, I ... I can't...can't stop..."  Bree felt the wave cresting, crashing over her, filling her with a blinding heat that she couldn't hold back any longer.<br/><br/>