<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/>.<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Always a person who was taught that Strength WAS life, was how every challenge was to be bested and how every reward would be taken from life, Fin savored the delicious tension in her steely arm as Bree's body bowed so beautifully according to her will. Her hand glided down the side of Bree's face, gently gliding her fingertips down her neck and body until her hand swirled over Bree's breast, lovingly teasing it with the front and back of her hand in a lazy, sensual caress. Fin gazed into Bree's eyes with a rapturous light radiating from them as se fave and received pleasure from her loving friend, her enchanting lover.<br/><br/>Fin wasn't so much locked in a battle of wills with Bree, wckedly denying the lithe and lovely half elf her desires, instead the Viking lass was entirely commanded by her need of her and her body ached to feel every intimate joy and treasure Bree possessed. She groaned, almost growled as the wet heat of her sex teased over Bree's making her shiver with delight and grind down all the more roughly as pleasure shocked through them both. It was a slick, firm and intense kind of pleasure, novel and naughty but oh so close and deliriously good.  Their eyes locked on each others and Fin could see how Bree was losing herself completely to the pleasure of it, holding nothing back.  Bree was close, and she saw in Fin's eyes that the warrior knew it... And could have pushed her over the edge... But chose not to, not yet... But soon... Then their gaze broke as Fin slid down Bree's body attentively exploring the curves and softnesses of her delectable form.<br/><br/>Bree's warm, gentle hands slid over  Fin's shoulders, her back and sides, over and over again as Fin moved and teased her so wickedly that it became impossible for Bree to control her hands in the face of the pleasures and thrills she was experiencing. She felt more then heard Fin chuckled as Bree writhed up into her, twisted and arched her body in an attempt to feed her right breast into her lover's skilled mouth. How could Fin NOT feel like Bree was offering herself up as a gift to her lover? Why would she not thank her for doing so, for giving her everything she desired so gracefully, powerfully and wantonly? Every moan,  hoarse and wild, was heard by Finn as Bree's heartfelt acceptance of all Fin did to her, nay her joyous desire for all of it and more.<br/><br/>Fin moaned and grazed her teeth from Bree's right breast to her , kissing and biting and leaving marks that would linger and later remind them both of all they'd become for each other. Fin gasped as she felt Bree's tongue and teeth play against her fingertips, thrilling her and making her shiver as she shifted herself so that she could keep teasing Bree's flower, now slick with both their honey, with her powerful thigh to bring her back close to the edge. As she did so, she undulated into Bree's thigh, and Bree felt each slidding stroke become more and more slippery and hot and rough as Fin's pleasure grew and stained her skin with her excitement. She rubbed her head into the hands that held it, laughing into Bree's breast as she opened her mouth wider to take more and more of it in past her teeth. All the while her tongue continued to tease and swirl over Bree's nipple as it grew harder and bigger in her mouth. She sucked on it audibly enjoying her, adding something wicked and wild and nasty to all they were enjoying, nothing 'friendly' or gentle in her any longer, as passion consumed her making her skin burn and body tremble.