<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=12767.msg594724#msg594724">Quote from: Bliss on 08-05-2008, 00:26:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She didn't understand what he was saying, not a word of it, and yet the tone of his deep and crooning voice revived the vision of vines in her mind, of grapes and growing things in a soft, damp, and fecund earth... A vision that blossom abruptly on the unfurling of ache into a bed of hot, dull pain upon his stroking fingertip, and she surged back against him even under the press of his broad hand upon her pale back, searching for the sweet warmth of pressure that had been thereby supplanted. Forced to look at him, her icy eyes were softened by the strange, secret power that idled still within her, giving her a false and unaccustomed look of being lost within the workings of her body; a look that was almost yearning, was nearly desire.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Quintus tasted blood in his mouth.  It was not the first time a woman had bloodied his mouth, and he doubted that it would be the last.  The Amazon had struck him solidly, and where it might have angered someone else, it made this particularly conquest that much sweeter.  He did not mind a fighter, and for him, a good tryst was one that he came away from with a few new scars and scratches.  Quintus believed this one a prize.  He considered striking the defiance from her gaze, but what he saw in her eyes made him stay his hand.  She was close to surrendering to her body, if not to him, and that was just as good.  Quintus would simply take her a second time, to test her desire.  For now though, he thrust into her hard and deep, growling softly in pleasure from the tightness of her virgin channel.  He leaned over her, watching her gaze, his fingers curled and locked into her hair, forcing her head to turn.  He stroked her clitoris firmly, doing so again and again when the pressure forced her to push back against him.  Quintus found the rhythm of stroke and thrust easily, slamming his turgid cock deep into her whenever she moved back against him.  He leaned his upper body closer, almost as if to kiss her, with the table beneath them protesting the use it was being put to by creaking with every hard motion.