<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Fallon.jpg)</td><td>With his release, the steaming dark of the room seems less confining, and her ample breasts lift and fall with her excited, trembling breaths.  Delighting in the writhing of Koram's body in the aftermath of such passionate throes, Fallon watches with dusky, half-closed eyes and lips that hang subtly agape in a look like astonishment and satisfaction.  She seems quite contented to savor the fluidity of his eased form and the emboldened attention with which he cups her breast, then gasps, her body tensing, then cries out in a soft squeak at the playful slaps of her sensitive breast.  She settles into a catlike grin as she laps at him and suckles at his softening erection, then releases him to kiss her way over the soft mat of hair at the base, the glistening, salty skin of his shaft.  <br/><br/>As his hand glides lower, she parts her thighs invitingly, and then sucks a sudden, sharp breath as his fingers part her engorged, youthful folds, and she grips back with her inner muscles in an involuntary resistance, then eases, clenches again, and then her breath returns with a cry that sounds a mixture of disbelief and satisfaction when he strokes her inner body, her elven body slick and velvety inside, the padded spot and its knot of nerves and tissue pliant to his finger's pressure.  Even with but two of the half-elf's strong fingers, she feels a twinge of sweet pressure bordering on pain as he tests her cunt's tension, finding it slow to yield and virginal, even in her hungry lust.  Funny, that... so unabashed and aggressive in the carnal arts, yet with that aspect of her body hinting at discretion?<br/><br/>"You're welcome,' she manages in a husky breath.  She smiles as she gasps at the sensation, wringing his slick cock with her hands as she lifts her head back to release what becomes a panting, soft cry.  "By the gods," she huskily whispers and, with her own hand, mirrors the same motion on both their bodies-- her slender, strong fingers trail up the ridge of his abdomen and cups the muscle of his chest, stroking and massaging it in the same fashion that she cradles her own breast, squeezing and kneading the supple, coppery-skinned globe.  She rolls his nipple between her thumb and forefinger, echoing the motion on her own pert, light brown tip.  The smell of sex and leather, elven skin and musk fills the bed's bubble of heated air, making the idea of the stifling bedclothes' heat beyond consideration.  "Oh, Koram..." she pants now, her words blending into soft cries at the edges.  "Now's... your chance... to find it."  What would a paladin of Sune be if she didn't encourage him to reach for that unfamiliar, passionate spark, so often held in check by armor and courting and prying eyes?  "Do what... you will," she mews, her warm body gripping his fingers like a well-oiled glove.</td></tr></tbody></table>