<div class="floatleft">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/Thomas__Dresden_Files_by_dauntingfire-1.jpg)</div><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Cyrus Valerian</span></em><br/>HP 56 (Current HP 56)  AC 16</strong><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9084)<br/><br/><sup><strong>Camp</strong></sup><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Cyrus moaned into the kiss as he felt Pantea readjust her position and take a firm grip of his length, gently guiding him.  A deep breath was inhaled through his nose as he felt his tip press against the smoldering heat of her sex, not daring to break the kiss especially now.  Then he felt his crown slide into her, Pantea's tightness slowly taking his hard cock one inch at a time.  The pleasure that came with it caused Cyrus to practically melt into her, his arms wrapping around her, holding her body tightly against his.  He loved the feeling of her ample breasts pressed against his toned chest.<br/><br/>Still she descended his length and the constant bliss that ignited every nerve ending in his body caused the muscles in his back to tense as he let out a louder moan to portray how much he was enjoying the pleasure she was giving him.  The kiss never faltered, his tongue flicking around a little more wildly as his concentration wavered in the wake of the bliss of his manhood filling her.  The presence in his mind cooed delightedly as Lasciel also savored the sensations radiating through her host.  Cyrus felt an intangible presence upon his flesh as though another woman was embracing him from behind, pressing herself against his back allowing her arms to hold his body tightly as if to participate in the activity.  Lasciel had been able to inflict phantom touches in the past, but they had been fleeting and no more forceful than a gust of wind.  What she was doing now was entirely new to him, but now was hardly the time to reminisce on that.<br/><br/>Only when he felt Pantea slide to his hilt did he eventually break the kiss.  His breathing was heavy and excited while his eyes glistened with desire.  Cyrus spent a moment to come to grasps with how good she felt, his laboring heartbeat causing his swollen manhood to pulse in rhythm.  No longer needing a physical anchor to hold him steady during a tsunami of carnal pleasure, his arms loosened their hold allowing his hands to slide along her curves until they rested upon her hips.  His current seated position limited how much he would be able to contribute at the moment, so he eagerly waited to follow his lover's lead.