<strong>Location:</strong>Living Quarters, Chorgath's Room<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Chorgath<br/><br/>His explanation more than suffices for Ruby; any further thoughts about things like 'talking' are forgotten when he pulls her up for that forceful kiss.  She responds eagerly to his tongue with her own, lips parting as she tastes deeply of his intrusion, drawing his scent with every breath, letting him etch himself onto and into her body with every thrust inside.  Her arms wrap around his shoulders as her legs tighten their grip around his, as much clinging to a lover as it is holding on for dear life.<br/><br/>There are a few furtive attempts at returning the favor-- nibbly kisses on his neck between gasps for air, nails up his back-- but they become further and farther between as she surrenders to his force, to his strength, and the exquisite sensory feedback Chorgath has from his shaft can detect the orgasm building in her body as he thrusts the point home.  Ruby isn't quiet about it, either; her breath hitches, goes higher, and the Defiler is treated to a semi-delirious wail just past his ear as she clenches around the object of her wanton desire with all her strength through the length of her pleasure...<br/><br/>With Cerulean behind him with, Chorgath can't see her convulsions or her squirming, but his psychic tendrils can feel everything she does: every twitch, every spasm, every moment she strains against her bonds and the things inside her.  She's not nearly so vocal as Ruby-- the first time she rides a cresting wave is a strangled, whispery noise interrupted by a bit of supine tension-- twitch, twitch, spasm, slow release, and subsiding to tense breathing as the telekinetic prongs begin working her right back up again.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Living Quarters<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Elias, Sanger<br/><br/>There's another wan smirk from Iori as she shrugs with one shoulder.  "If your help makes the difference between having to wait for proper censure and not getting anything at all, you'll probably get your way on it.  We may be conspiring to oust a Censor, but the Mandate of Heaven still holds no matter what the idiots on the Isle proclaim is divine revelation from the Dragons."<br/><br/>A pause.  "Or thought, maybe," Iori muses.  "If we ever see what comes of things in the center."