(http://www2.strategyfirst.com/downloads/wallpapers/disciples3_elven_warrior_ART_640x480.jpg)<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/>The knight found himself not caring about the current conversation.  His attentions had been drawn by that sweet, dripping pussy.  Fallon's engorged labia practically begged him to fuck her, and the knight felt insignificant before that powerful command.  Nothing he could do would belabor him into steering another course.  Koram simply had to marvel at that glorious sex, venerate it and then, like all man-made gods, utterly destroy it.<br/><br/>A heavy frame pressed against Fallon's spine as Koram mounted her like a horse.  His thick backside rose, and with a guiding hand, his large, Nubian-sized cockhead was placed into position.  Then, with force never more than firm pressure, he pushed his cock into Fallon's tight canyon and hissed his relief to finally be engulfed by her moist, hot chasm.  Broad arms encased Fallon's upper body, pulling her into the knight's heartbeat, and he crushed his lips against hers for a second, like a kiss one gives another when they're about to jump down a waterfall.  He held her tightly as his hips pulled at his drilling cock, withdrawing him from her but never completely.  Then he sank into her again, his toes curling, his legs stiffening, his back curving, his eyes closing, Koram's entire body conformed in the expression of exulting pleasure as he pierced her as deeply and as fully as he could.<br/><br/>Once the moment passes, the knight expresses his gratitude by placing one kiss at the base of her neck, before lifting his heavy legs, one after the other, and placing them both beside her thighs.  He strokes her back, her hips, with the hands of a worshiper, and then pistons his hips with one jerk, moving in and out, with a certain meanness that is, at this time, simply being clarified.  He thrust again, almost violently, but this time afterward he readjusted his feet in relation to her body, and pulled her hips up marginally.  Then once again, he thrusts, and eases back, only to jettison into her once again.  His thrusts fall into a cadence, a mathematical rhythm that expands and contracts at the whim of the aggressor.  He thrusts hard enough to break a wooden fence, then followed with a gentle push that does not fall deeply into the well.<br/><br/>Fallon is still a slut to him, despite what she says.  He wants it that way.  Koram wants to treat her like one.  He wants to do things to her that he has never done to anyone else because he, being a knight and a gentleman, never would.  For example, how many times has he been steering a blathering gentlewoman when he felt that incomprehensible urge to slap her bottom?  Koram grinned as he watched his hand in between pounds, his fingers twitching.  Then, he very gently spanked Fallon, watching her expressions with intense interest.