<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/>And so the chiseled cherub reclined back, his stony countenance beleaguered to find the right expressions to portray Fallon's splintering of his soul with each sweet wrench of her tantalizing lips, finding support in clutching her incriminating crimson scalp.  It was so hard for him to reveal what he felt, since this portion of his life had been laden by dust ever since...  Koram shut his eyes deeply, and within the panorama of recollection, saw that swan of a woman entombed now by the sea.  He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling like an empty husk.  To him, it seemed that every cell in his body shot through him and transversed the complex maze of his living organism, then scaled his erection and leaped into the red-head's maw, leaving behind a shell of a man with nothing for himself but a distinct awareness of the whole of reality.<br/><br/>His jaw hung lose as the muscles in his throat supplicated for air, and let out a hamstrung grunt that stumbled past his teeth and announced to the walls this tantric pleasure.  This is what he should have felt a long time ago.  Bloody eyes glimmered with the fog of sex, and he blinked rapidly attempting to doom that situational blindness, but try as he might, he could not.  That mountain of man, large but concise, built but thin, uncharacteristically took on lethargy, limbs winding like springs wound above the bedsheets, making pillowy trails on them as he stared at the ceiling like the sacrificial lamb.  Koram was at Fallon's mercy now, and she led him with every crane of her doe-like neck.<br/><br/>He should have been discouraged from Fallon's antics when his sensitive elven ears heard his vein-enlaced pecker churning saliva in the back of the paladin's throat, but he found the sound appealing, exciting and novel.  He sighed as he stroked her temple with his second knuckles, examining the expanse of her bite with his rough fingers.  He tried to remember what<em>she</em>felt like, and he was saddened to remember her as being inferior to Fallon.<br/><br/>While Fallon's concentration focused solely on administering that vicious blow job, he admired the strength of her brow, the beauty of her thin nose, the energy of her cheeks and the zeal of her spirit.  Koram was doubly crushed when he remembered his lost love as being inferior to Fallon in looks, too.<br/><br/>A tempest of feelings raced through his feeble mind now, with despair meshing with the throes of passion to meet at the dead end of irony.  A torrent of hot ejaculate shot out of the tip of his cock quite suddenly--  and Koram didn't know whether it was the memory of Amanda or Fallon's specialty that made him climax.<br/><br/>He rubbed his brow, completely flabbergasted, but not spent.  Koram groaned, the essence of masculinity, as he sunk his head into the pillows, seemingly attempting to catch the sight of the driver of the carriage that plowed through him.