[<div class="floatleft">(http://ist1-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/z/b/4/H/zb4H/pfdf1tn.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Pantea Artemisia</span></em><br/>HP 52 (Current HP 52)  AC 21</strong></span><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9085)<br/><br/><sup><strong>Outside of Praven - camp</strong></sup><br/><br/>The dhamphir no longer worked her tummy muscles to effect the butterfly clenches.   The need for such had passed.   As she turned control to her lover and let him take charge and dictate the pace.     To his credit he moves pretty fluid to come up behind her.    Once settled into the new  position.  He tease nearly pulling his cock all the way out.  Just leaving the tip of his cock's head parting her silken labia.   Then swiftly and with force he plow his cock back deeply into her.   It would illicit a cry of delight from her.<br/><br/><em>"Yes,  oh yes."</em><br/><br/>With his hands placed  between her shoulder blades.   He would gain a fast and rough pace to stroking his cock in and out of her.<br/><br/><em>"Faster,  harder,  take me as if you own me."</em><br/><br/>Wild unbridled primal sex.   Such a contrast to her discipline and training.   It is a trait of hers inherited by her dark half.   An right now nothing is stopping her rush towards a orgasm.   Each stroke is threatening to finally drill through and unleash her pending bliss.