<div class="floatright">(http://i57.tinypic.com/wlp1g5.jpg)</div><strong>Character: </strong>Biff<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Dorm: Floor 1: Room 1<br/><strong>With: </strong>Quinn, Tiana<br/><hr/><br/>These two were feeding off each other, encouraging and pleasing one another and getting revved up the whole time. He was going to pass out before he satisfied these two, and he did not feel even remotely ashamed of that fact. They were insatiable and he was already a little hungry from not eating the plate left for him. His energy was running low, as was the amount of seed he retained. Two shots in such a short time left him mostly drained, and his physical limit... well okay, at least in that case he could continue for another hour or longer. Spurred on by the words that Tiana spoke, not to mention her presence and occasional brushing of lip and tongue against his package, he rammed Quinn harder. Biff thrust into her with abandon, thankfully his release was delayed due to its close proximity to the last time.<br/><br/>Of course that didn't mean he'd last exceptionally long. especially with the combination of factors working against him. There were two women, one with a tight grip on his hard rod, the other paying attention to his sack, both making noises that drew even greater performance from him while sending him nearer and nearer to the edge. There was no sound nearly so pleasant to Biff than that of a woman in the throes of ecstsasy, except perhaps the contented sigh thereafter which came a close second. He was ravaging her, taking no concern for her pleasure though from the sound of it she was having a good enough time. He was putting on a show, fucking her to let everyone on the floor, in the building, perhaps the whole school know who was the biggest man on campus in every way that mattered. The women would flock to him. At first he had thought he'd want to be alone in the room. Now there might not be room for the other man... what had his name been? Oh right, Murr. Well he supposed that since Murr had given him the gift of Quinn he could be allowed to stay. In a corner. Away from Biff and all his women.<br/><br/>At this moment, Biff and "all" his women were having a smashing time which was about to culminate in what Biff prayed would be his final release for a few hours. Not knowing how she'd react, but wondering all the same, he brought forth the claws, crimson spreading up his arms and down to the end in black razor sharpness. His hands which had been providing leverage, a point to thrust against, now would have hurt her too greatly to provide the same. She'd have to seek her own pleasure while his claws marked her ass, claiming her flesh in his name. The tiny cuts would heal without scarring, but the added sensation would hopefully drive her beyond the point of sanity. He had to make it so no one else could satisfy her as he did. Then they could not leave. Sure, she might wind up a drooling mess on the bed, but he would make sure she didn't choke on her own drool and the joined fluids pooling on the bed, and she would likely be some semblance of all right in the morning.<br/><br/>Tiana was another story, she seemed... more than Quinn. And she could heal his wounds, which was invaluable in a partner. She wanted him and he wanted her, now if only for the same reasons. They did at least both have the one thing in common that would certainly benefit them both in the long run, and which would keep them relevant at the school. Never had he been so accepted by women, it drove all the fear and doubt from his mind and left only surety of purpose. He was becoming the dragon, more and more each day. He was ascending.