<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fb/Topless_White_Hair.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mephis<del>Daphoinos</del><br/><strong>Race:</strong><del>Ḩ̸̉å̴̱l̷̤͒f̷̺̎-̶̨̚E̴͖̾l̶̯̓f̷͓̒</del>Dhampir<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Sorcerer<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer, Divine Mark, Harlot's Mark, Slave of Lord Victor Balebrook, Traitor to Atlantica<br/><hr/>Oooooh, the sheer eroticism of those moans that the aasimar was starting to let out... Mephis had to hold herself just a little bit, at first, remain patient, wait for that moment when the other woman's legs started to curl around her back and her hips began moving on their own... and at that point, the dhampir leaned in again, gasping out a polite warning in a low, husky tone.<br/><br/>"Unnnhh... I-I'm... going to go a little harder now~" And a few seconds after she finished speaking, her pace suddenly changed, one last, long, slow slide back out... and then an abrupt thrust forward, a deep plunge, and her hips began pumping more rapidly. Her own gasps and cries of pleasure quickly joined in with the other woman's moans, their voices filling the small room they were in, and as the dhampir's pleasure increased, as she grew closer and closer to her own climax, her thrusts became shorter and sharper, and her pace gradually grew more and more frantic.