<div class="floatright">(http://www.nudography.com/photos/news/2013_9/small/Katheryn_Winnick_Choose_1080p-09.jpg)</div><strong>Location:</strong>Finna's Tent<br/><strong>With:</strong>Bremorel<br/><hr/><br/>Fin watched as with each piece of clothing Bree removed, more and more of her beauty was revealed to her. She looked at Bree with a gentle gaze, eyes filled with desire and adoration for the woman she'd known so long as a friend, loved like a sister and now, shivering slightly with anticipation, wanted more then anything else in the world. Fin, woman of infinite bawdy jests and playul innuendoes was struck dumb by the power and intensity of the magnetic connection that existed between the two of them, her emotions were as naked and undisplay as her body and like her body, were something freely shared with the gorgeous woman oh so close and yet so far from her.<br/><br/>Fin said what she said as a way to ease the tension she saw growing in Bree as her mind caught up with her body's boldness and the half elven enchantress felt herself more naked then nude. The lithe, powerful Northwoman chuckled at Bree's response as she took a step nearer to Bree, saying nothing more but shooting her a look that promised that everything that was to 'befall' Bree would bring her joy and all that she offered would be accepted as a precious and special gift by her warrior lover. The way Bree stepped into Fin's embrace and nestled into her was wonderfully free and shockingly sensual, the play of Fin's muscular, feminine form against Bree's longer, softer and more yielding body as they sought to almost melt into each other and become one.<br/><br/>As Bree pulled in tight and close and leaned her head down to pressing her cheek down against Fin's, Fin giggled and squeezed her waist and swayed a little, acutely aware of the extra inches of height Bree had on her in the most delicious way. The play of her breasts against Bree's, sliding and caressing them made Fin moan softly as she played one hand up Bree's back, fingers fanned out and moving feather softly along Bree's smooth, silky skin. Her other hand traveled south, brushing along Bree's shapely bottom as their tight tummys and thighs rubbed against each other in a warm and wicked caress. Fin's every touch was light and tender, almost but not quite caresses that let Bree know for Fin, this was nothing to be rushed or forced, this was something to be savored, felt deeply and sensually shared by the two of them now and ... As her touch and embrace lingered she definitely let Bree know she really didn't ever want to let Bree go.<br/>