<div class="floatleft">(http://www2.strategyfirst.com/downloads/wallpapers/disciples3_elven_warrior_ART_640x480.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 3.95em;">KORAM</span></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2em;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Half-Elf Knight/Marshal</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">A Disciplined Warrior from the North</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><strong>Attitude:</strong>  Having Fun<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 33 <strong>AC:</strong> 17<br/></span><hr/><br/>Fallon's long, tapered fingers sent a chill across his body as she tugged the taut flesh that collared the purple spearhead that capped Koram's long, thick shaft.  When she palmed his testicles, his breath was expunged from his resounding chest, and he couldn't help but spread his legs and push the top of his cranium against her.  He gritted his teeth, staring at her with a countenance that bore desire well.  Koram's red eyes stared intently at her full lips, allowing his subconscious to connect his present self to his primal ancestors and associate her glimmering pout to be a flourishing, gleaming, beautiful vagina.  Koram now hungered for Fallon, addicted to her intoxicating demeanor.  He gnashed at her mouth, huskily reminding her that she was jawing too much now, and that he meant business.<br/><br/>He was so enraptured in her wiles, her arts, that he didn't care which way she wanted to make love to him.  Koram was so into Fallon right now that he would have done her any which way she wanted.  He lay back against the bed, sinking his head into his down pillows, and stared at the magnificent creature that had him pinned.  It was in accordance with his base desires that he reached up and cupped her breast with one large hand, and squeezed them carnivorously.  They were beautiful and succulent, and he wanted to kiss them, to bite them, to suck on them.  It was almost too much to bear.<br/><br/>She said something to him, but he didn't know what the deuce she had said.  If he had heard her, he wouldn't have known what she meant.  He held his cock and rubbed it against her stomach and her thighs, all the while sitting up to kiss her chin, the bottom of her jaw, her throat.  Gods, she was delicious!<br/><br/>But something lurked in the back of his mind.  She had said something that had made him think, but he didn't know what it was at this moment.<br/><br/>"I must have been very good in a previous life," he said as he suckled on the column that hid her jugular.