<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/>Koram had never received a blow job, so he was entirely uncertain as to how to react.  But his mind had taken a back seat, and his primal instinct was in control.  For some reason that one can only describe as being fearful of teeth near genitalia, Koram froze and allowed the new sensation of a tongue scraping across the valley of the frenelum and then swirl against the pit of his urethra to wash over him.  That sensation is difficult to describe, since a man can hardly think when it happens.  Koram felt empty.  He felt like his limbs were nothing, and he lost all sensation of his body except for the throbbing pain that comes with a towering erection.  When Fallon lowered her head around his cock, however, is when Koram became an animal.<br/><br/>He intertwined his fingers in her coppery hair, curling his fingers about her curls, and he assisted her by pulling at her head.  His hips surged upwards, pushing his thick cock into her mouth.  The half-elf grunted savagely, biting his lips with desperate abandon as he raised his knees up, placing his shins against her shoulders.  The smell of saliva incensed him as he slowly gyrated his hips on the bed, so that he pistoned his member in and out by centimeters.  His testicles, large due to being laden by discharge, hung over his anus, Koram relishing whenever his sac bounced against Fallon's chin.  It was so... incredibly foreign to him to feel teeth against his swollen cock!  It was so... delightful, so beautiful, to inter his dick in Fallon's precious countenance.  He was so mesmerized by her verdant gaze, because even now she looked at him as he thrashed about on the bed, pulling fistfuls of bedsheet at times, palming his closed eyes at others.  Her swirling tongue made him dizzy and it made him feel insignificant-- weightless, incorporeal and invisible.<br/><br/>But at the same time, he felt like the man.  He wondered how many men Fallon had tasted, but the probable answer of "many" did not repel him.  It made him want Fallon more.  He wanted to be another notch on her belt, simply because he reveled in the fact that it could have been any other man in this inn, but for tonight, she was his.<br/><br/>And Koram was not going to take that lying down.<br/><br/>"Fallon, my love," he said tentatively, holding her cranium tenderly, but nevertheless pushing it down subtly.  He slid tendrils from over her brow and said,  "Please show me everything."