<div class="floatright">(http://orig09.deviantart.net/fe08/f/2013/160/1/0/knight_in_the_dark_by_beaver_skin-d68cssw.jpg)</div><strong><strong>Gregory Smith</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1059435)</strong>|<strong>Fighter 1</strong><br/><strong>HP:</strong>12/12<br/><strong>AC:</strong>9 (Naked)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>"The Hero and the Mug"<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kristina, Jessica, Sam<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Greg simply grinned as the woman before him tried to get him to serve her. He'd expected a nice tease after her gloating, but while he did enjoy eating pussy, he did it on his terms. He rose to his feet, his hardened cock bobbing as he approached Jessica's naked form with the amount of confidence your average loser of a strip poker match could never scrounge up. He leaned down near her ear and spoke in a low and husky voice, his breath caressing her lightly all the while, "I don't belong to anyone, sweetheart. You want this mouth? This tongue? This cock? You're gonna have convince me. Quid pro quo."<br/><br/>Otherwise..." He stole a glance in Kristina's direction, a wicked look in his eyes as he returned his gaze to the domineering latina before him. "I'll just go over there right now and give it all to Kris. But that'd be a shame, 'cause I'd love to see her whimper and beg and stroke herself while watching us use you like the slut you really are." Teeth grazed her earlobe momentarily, leading into a playfully aggressive nip. "And I know you want the same, don't you?" His last words sounded more like a statement of fact than a question, and with them said, he stood straight again, his manhood hovering dangerously close to the woman's face. It even brushed against her cheek as he peered down expectantly at her.