<div class="floatright">(http://i57.tinypic.com/wlp1g5.jpg)</div><strong>Character: </strong>Biff<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Dorm: Floor 1: Room 1<br/><strong>With: </strong>Quinn, Tiana<br/><hr/><br/>And boom went the dynamite. Having been pushed to the brink, the convulsing, quivering, and now vice-like grip of Tiana's vagina sent Biff over the edge in turn. He erupted inside her, a veritable geyser splashing his seed on her walls and womb. Were it not for her legs holding him fast and his arms doing the same for her he might have been pushed from her by his own ejaculate. Biff clung to her, wanting to claim her as his own. He bit her neck, not enough to draw blood, but in an assertive or dominant fashion, like any of a number of creatures who will bare the neck for submission. She had presented her neck to him, she had submit. She was his. Awash with pleasure, the thought he did not consider at this moment was that he might very well be hers as well. His own moans intermingled with hers now that release had come, teeth dragging slowly off her neck. He tried to give a few more thrusts before his flaccid girth fell from her, their mixed fluids staining the bed sheets, which was just as well as he had two more beds he could trade it with. He would get those beds later, before nightfall.<br/><br/>Of course, he was hardly done. Gently returning her to the bed, in a spot unstained by their lovemaking (and he truly considered it lovemaking even if it turned out to be only the briefest of loves), he gave a trail of kisses from her neck where he had bitten her down her breasts and stomach, leaving the last one on her mound. He turned his gaze on Quinn, predatory and commanding. "Clean her up." He hoped he wouldn't have to elaborate, but if such became necessary he would. If further necessary he'd settle the girl in place himself, face buried in Tiana's crotch and ass within easy access for a standing or kneeling Biff. She should relish the taste of their mixed juices in a way like Tiana had enjoyed the fingers. It might be Quinn's turn to receive, but giving is the greater joy and should be practiced often. Biff knelt at the altar of her womanhood, burying his face once more in the cracks and crevices to be found there. He lapped at the juices, twirled his tongue, and did many things that a man without his deep and honorable heritage would be unable to do with his tongue, mildly serpentine as it was. Her breasts, hips, thighs, and ass were all targets for his right hand, from gentle caresses, to mild squeezes, to even a few sharp slaps if the first did not seem to upset her too greatly. The left hand however was working his shaft to rigidity again, slow motions to coax it to life once more from slumber.<br/><br/>Minutes passed, though they passed pleasurably enough, before Biff found himself once more ready. Had there been any movement on the bed in the interim he would situate himself atop Quinn's backside, resting his dick in the curve between her cheeks and teasing her, running the vein along her ass, dragging it to where it just might drop and allow him to thrust it in, but not quite, and then running it forward again. Only a few repetitions of the teasing were necessary before firm became a throbbing, aching need in his groin. His fingers checked once more that she was still prepared to receive him; he tasted the juices and, pleased with both the taste and the quantity, eased his way inside. It was different from Tiana's, though he would not compare the women beyond noting that it felt different. He could not see her from this angle, but he did not need to. He looked Tiana in the eyes while he fucked Quinn, lusting after her despite being halfway into another woman. Biff briefly considered beckoning her over that the two might enjoy each other's bodies while he pleased Quinn, but decided he had best stick to one thing at a time. So he fucked Quinn. For every bit he was worth, he gave to Quinn with the mindless ferocity that has kept predators where they remain in the food chain, at or near the top.<br/><br/>He laid claim to every inch he could access of her, some with kisses and some with groping and caressing. He put his sweat and scent on her so that any man smelling her would smell him on her, so that everyone would know who this girl belonged to as well. He was starting his collection with these two, though they might not know it yet. They would be his. He would be theirs. Soon when two, three, maybe fifteen for all he cared were his, then would begin the process of actual breeding, purposeful impregnation to start the glorious bloodline of Drakken, the children of the dragon. It sounded tiring. It sounded like fun.