<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=12767.msg649633#msg649633">Quote from: Bliss on 09-06-2008, 16:09:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The kiss found her mouth as strange to the touch as it had been to the eye; there was not pressure supporting her upper lip now as there should have been, and she tasted strongly of blood and alcohol, of iron and wine, not just upon her lips but all over her mouth and chin. For whatever strange reason that was giving her the impetus, she returned the kiss as well as the motions that were rocking her hard upon the table, until he broke with her completely and turned her over.<br/><br/>Strong, pale hand slapped against the edge of the table for grip as he drove back in, the table creaking, and the evidence of its rough surface was clear upon her now - breasts and stomach scratched, the fronts of her thighs darkening in two horizontal lines where she'd been taken with cruel hardness against the edge of the furniture.<br/><br/>She could easily have used this leverage and position to attack him now; but she did not. Instead, her body remained still as she could make it before his onslaught, one hand releasing its grip upon the table to drift up over her hip, and not down between her thighs, where his abdomen pressed with hard slaps against her abused pearl, sending little shocks into her with every thrust. Instead, her fingertips danced thoughtfully over her lower abdomen, until they reached the front of her far hip and dragged back again, creating for a moment furrows in the soft flesh like a tilled garden, before the natural elasticity of skin obliterated them, and her body lurched up into a soft arch, almost presenting him with the peaked crest of her bosom as she gasped.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Quintus eyed his conquest with fire in his gaze.  Despite her state, dirty and scratched, even bloodied, she remained a desirable, or perhaps it was because of all of that.  She could have attacked him, he was braced for it, waiting for it, expectant, and when she did not attempt to strike him with either hand or foot or even her skull, he might have been a little disappointed.  Anything conquered was so much the sweeter for the effort required to do so.  Quintus sighed as he rejoined her, he stole the effectiveness of any kicks she might throw by being so far inside their range, she could try to scissor lock him, but he would only enjoy that.  He banged against her, and growled softly when he noticed her scratching her own skin.  When she arched, he leaned forward, risking another slap or blow, and sucked hard upon one of her nipples, drawing on it with first suction, and then his teeth, until he let it go to spring back lightly.  He repeated this treatment with her other nipple, the table creaking under their hard motions, its legs shrieking whenever it was pushed a short distance across the floor.<br/><br/>He grabbed a handful of her hair, and drew her up for another rough kiss, almost curious if she would still return it or not.  Quintus groaned softly, plunging into her still, his breath quickening into short gasps as the pleasure of their rough coupling began to slither along his spine, filling his head.  "Perhaps after this, we'll wash you up and see what you look like..."  His words were huskily whispered between thrusts.