<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/67/8d/03/678d03bf7c12b399b4b90039210b348e.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Mouser</span></span><br/>Human Rogue/Bard, 11 HP, AC 19, Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1615304).<br/><em>Known for biting off more than he can chew.</em><br/><strong>Scene:</strong>Momentarily Closed (Vendi)<br/><hr/><br/>While their teammates were building long spears to counter a potential charge, and the others were off scouting the old Azlanti ruins, Vendi and Mouser snuck off to refresh themselves.  It was not an uncommon occurrence.  With a glance, the two had communicated to one another that it was go time, and off they went to find a secluded spot behind some bushes.  It wasn't that they wanted privacy.  Mouser could have fucked Vendi anywhere and in front of anyone.  As a matter of fact, the bard simply loved penetrating the elven daddy's girl in front of large crowds.<br/><br/>Now, Mouser adored Vendi.  He worshiped the ground she walked on really.  But when he fucked her, he fucked her like he<em>hated</em>her.  In a way, he did hate her.  Or at least he resented her.  Mouser longed to marry Vendi, but Vendi...  well, she was Vendi.  His hatred manifested itself in several ways.  Mouser liked to smear the scent of his cock across her face as if he were like a cat and she his territory.  He liked to grip her throat, slap her around a bit, and sometimes tie her up, in an effort to show her his dominance.  And when he fucked her, he just pummeled her pussy relentlessly and nigh tirelessly.  He didn't do it to please her.  He did it to please himself.<br/><br/>Unveiling the monstrosity that lurked in his lap by untying his leather codpiece, he stood there for a moment, stroking his massive springy erection with a gloved hand, rubbing the glistening tip with his thumb.  It was a cock that made women tremble.  Its girth and length were impressive and very disproportionate in size to the man who owned it.  Mouser was of a wiry, sinewy build, with long limbs and a very thin figure.<br/><br/>Spitting on the shaft to lubricate it, he snatched his woman's hips firmly, pulled her back to his chest, and guided himself into her wet folds.  He had fucked Vendi so many times and in so many different ways that he was able to cram his thick member inside of her on the first try.  Although he was a bit taller than Vendi, the fact that she was wearing heels made her just the right height to bend her over.<br/><br/>"...  Ooooh," Mouser hissed, snarling as her taut, juicy, tasty womanhood enveloped and sheathed him.  Almost convulsing with pleasure, he wrapped a wiry arm around her throat, pulling her head back against his shoulder.  With her head right there, he whispered in her ear:  "... I'm in, baby."  It was a stupid thing to say.  Of course he was in.<br/><br/>And then... then, his hips shifted back and forth like pistons, his thighs slapping wetly against hers, with such force and rapidity that gravity did not know what to do with her breasts within the armor.