<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/>It took several wonderful moments for Cyrus to recover from the sudden euphoric sensations brought on by Pantea's skilled maneuver.  Once he did, his thoughts once again began to coalesce among the still raging torrent of pleasure that was rampant through his body.  When she leaned in for another kiss, Cyrus happily returned it with a moan that bordered on a purr.  He could never get enough of the feeling that came when her lips pressed sensually against his.  The feeling of her nails dragging along his chest caused his body to naturally arch into her touch, which had the added benefit of gyrating his own hips into hers.  Something that he continued to do, keeping in rhythm to her which made the fluttering sensation of her pussy all the more pronounced.<br/><br/>Biting his lower lip, he looked up at the beauty who now mounted him upright and for the first time got a good look of what she was doing with her abdomen.  Cyrus could not fathom how one would pick up such a technique, but he was sure as hell glad she did.  It was almost hypnotic the way her stomach rolled, his mind doing what it could to transition those movements into some sort of perspective with how it caused her velvety walls to react.  The sheer thought of it sent another sharp surge of pleasure through his body like a jolt of electricity.<br/><br/>The soft hands on his chest was the icing on the cake as he reveled in her touch.  A moment of uncertainty flickered in his mind as he felt her hands plant themselves firmly against his torso, half expecting her to dismount.  Instead, his brow rose in a way that suggested how impressed he was as he watched her legs spread to such a degree that very few people could accomplish, especially with such ease.  As a direct result, he felt himself somehow slide even deeper into her now that her thighs were well out of the way.  He couldn't help but thrust himself upwards to ensure he was in as far as he could possibly get.  The feeling was indescribably good.  Then her gyrations stopped and Cyrus once again became uncertain, then even more impressed as her legs lifted entirely off the ground while somehow managing to transfer the rest of her weight absolutely nowhere.<em>How the hell is she doing that?</em><em>Oh my.  She <strong>is</strong> good.  We need to spend more time with monks, my host.</em><br/><br/>Before Cyrus could think an agreement, the sensation of her walls upon his cock amplified drastically sending him into full body flex as intense pleasure rocked his world.  It took considerable effort to gain enough control of his writhing body to stop his eyes from rolling into the back of his head so he could meet Pantea's gaze directly.  The sensation of unparalleled ecstasy shown clearly in his eyes in a way words could not convey.  His hands responded to his will eventually and he grabbed hold of her thighs being careful not to exert any directional force that would throw off her balance.  He simply wanted to touch her, remind himself that she was in fact real and the things she was doing to him were just as real.  Fingers squeezed tightly  as he felt the intense pleasure beginning to build into something larger.  "I-if you keep-"  Cyrus was cut off as an involuntary cry of enjoyment that forced its way out as another thunderbolt of pleasure arced through him.  "Keep this up... Oh fuuuuuck.... I won't be able to hooOOOoold of much longer."