PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-Rowan's Side Adventures
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				Title: <strong>PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-Rowan's Side Adventures</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>06-02-2018, 14:20:22</strong>
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				Rowan and Corporal Will Stoutly were discussing things outside of the inn. Rowan was rambling, full of pent up energy, and Will was listening and observing her.<br><br>He listened to her, finding her behavior charming indeed, and he has a grin on his face when she is finished speaking and pointedly asks him if he's hungry. 'I'm full of food for now, but still hungry, yes' he said, and suddenly found himself being led, no dragged to his small, cozy home next to the constabulary. A few of the ladies in the inn that had been vying for his affections through the years were startled, and none too happy about what they were seeing through the inn's front windows, and simply gasped at the outrageous display of carnal need that the Corporal and Rowan were displaying.<br><br>Meanwhile, the pair reach the door to his humble abode, and somehow he managed to get the door open and they fall into the small home, tumbling in a heap on the floor, with the Corporal atop Rowan. He kicks the door shut and looks down at her, but before she can reply to him with a witty comment, he leans down and kisses her on the lips, lifting himself up by his arms on either side of her, so that he's not crushing her with his weight. Her lips taste wonderful, as he imagined they would when they first met, and unless she protests, or decides she doesn't want any further kisses from the dashingly handsome Master Stoutly, he kisses her again, deeper the second time.<br><br>Rowan hits the door of the humble Corporal's barracks with a respectable force, throwing herself into his lap and hanging from Will's shoulders-- an easily managed burden-- with the enthusiasm of the prettiest maiden in town from her bed on Spring Feast's day.<br><br>The simple lock and door hinges buckle from her impact as the fiercely covers Stoutly's mouth with her own, fiercely kissing him as her hands seek out his hair and neck as she squeezes to him with her legs and climbs him like a beanpole.&nbsp; Again and again her lips work, smacking and relentless, scarcely letting him open the door as she emits sounds of relentless desire.<br><br>Too much energy, too long awaiting a focal point... well, Corporal Will has that focal point at his beck and call, and the taut little minx is latched onto him like a lamprey now, so he'd best hope she doesn't start biting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-Rowan's Side Adventures</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>06-02-2018, 14:26:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/02/25/20160225212528-59aa9409-xs.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Corporal Stoutly<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Rowan<br><strong>Status:</strong> I'm into something Good<br><br>The sounds of their kissing and movement filled the air of his tiny abode, the small cottage truly cozy. Will lifts Rowan off of the floor and carrying her, moves to the small bedroom. He lays her on the bed, and begins to undress her, even as his lips connect with hers again and again. Lips on her lips, lips on her neck, nibbling her earlobes, all the while his fingers work to undo her buttons and laces of her garments. Interspersed with that, he is also undoing his own garments, making a jumble of the whole affair, but the eagerness clearly visible, as the large bulge in his pants attests, Rowan has lit a fire in the handsome corporal that has not been lit in some time, and her touches and kisses have only inflamed the desire that he feels for the plucky rogue. <br><br>He lifts her shirt off, and has managed to get his own shirt off at this point, and he leans in and kisses her chest, his lips and tongue feasting on the exposed flesh. His hands undo the belt on his pants, and after kicking his boots off, manages to get his pants off, revealing his hardness to her in all it's glory, his body is toned, but not grossly muscular, and there are a few scars, indicating that Will Stoutly has seen a couple of fights. His body is well taken care of though, and he is in excellent health, and eager to explore Rowan's body, that much is clearly visible to her as he begins to finish undressing her on his bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-Rowan's Side Adventures</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>07-02-2018, 05:14:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Will<br><strong>Status</strong>: Hot and boithered <hr><br>Rowan's wanton abandon retreats a bit when they begin to undress-- her attention is focused entirely on Will as he begins to undress her and himself, alternating between them rapidly and furiously with a desperate insistence.&nbsp; When his waistcoat and shirt come open, her compact body immediately contracts so that she can insert her face between them, her lips pert and hungry as she covers his abdominal muscles and chest, forming open-mouthed kisses and hot breaths.&nbsp; When her shirt comes free of her body, she folds her arms instinctively over herself, covering her pert, youthful breasts, but not in time to hide the source of her shame-- crisscrossing scars, fading but still pink, across her taut belly and breasts.&nbsp; They are too superficial, too long to be anything but intentionally placed.<br><br>With a shudder, she eases her hands away, panting lightly, and looks up at his face with her soft, mossy eyes.&nbsp; Her breasts are ample and upturned, crested with pink domes and pert, reddened nipples hungry for attention, but the act itself is a sheer exertion of willpower for her.&nbsp; Her shoulders rise and fall as she braces for judgement, then rises to her knees on the bed, drawing away just a bit as she slips off her boots with opened laces.&nbsp; The sag of her breeches becomes more pronounced as she opens the side laces with simple tugs at the laces, then she shucks them low to her knees and off with a wriggle, baring herself with a blush that spreads from high on her cheekbones down her long, thin neck to the tops of her breasts.&nbsp; Below the slope of her taut middle, there are more scars, and below the short, fine ferny blonde hairs between her legs, another like a stripe of angry white below her inward sloping navel&nbsp; down to the soft shadows that hide her sex.<br><br>"Not perfect, I know..." she mutters, looking aside in shame, then reaffixes her gaze to his for his reaction.&nbsp; "... damaged goods, I suppose," she tries to joke, flashing one of her impish smiles, the gesture hollow and meager.&nbsp; "Alright.&nbsp; Your turn.&nbsp; I've not... enjoyed this.&nbsp; Circumstance," she says with a little clearing of her throat, flicking her gaze over him expectantly, hopefully, from his dashing jaw to the bulge in his pants to his strong, supple thighs.&nbsp; "Let's have a look, eh?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-Rowan's Side Adventures</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>07-02-2018, 18:18:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/02/25/20160225212528-59aa9409-xs.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Corporal Stoutly<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Rowan<br><strong>Status:</strong> I'm into something Good<br><br>Perhaps because he'd seen a lot as a young man and constable, he didn't flinch, nor did he show any signs that would deter him, or be seen as rude or negative. To him, it was what it was, and like all people, Rowan had a way with dealing with things that had apparently affected her. He wasn't going to judge, nor was he going to turn away or be dismissive. On the contrary, when she sheepishly looked up at him, his eyes were still drinking in her beautiful figure, and the desire and lust was still evident in his eyes. He took one of her hands and simply kissed it. 'Not true' he said to her, a hand simply running across her arm. When she blushed, he smiled. 'Beautiful. Not damaged goods at all. Brave too. You didn't have to share this with me, you could have simply moved away, but I am glad you didn't' he said, and his eyes took in her body again, with an appreciative gaze. She had a wonderful figure, and her full bosom was aching for his attention, but at the moment, she'd requested he finish undressing, and he didn't want to disappoint.<br><br>He finished unlacing his pants, and let them drop. He was now nude as well. He was slightly over six feet tall, and a lean and athletic one hundred and eighty pounds. He had scars on his back and side, and one on his left thigh, indicating that things weren't always so peaceful in Saltmarsh. They were obviously sword and knife wounds that had healed. He was physically fit, but not grossly muscled. It was a lean, taut muscular body, that was used to activity. His hands were a little calloused from training with, and wielding, various weapons. His bulge was now free, and Will Stoutly was not a small man. The large bulge had not been an exaggeration. He was very well endowed, and as he gazed at Rowan, it was fully engorged and erect.<br><br>He turned around for her to get a view of his backside, then back around.<br><br>'Tada' he said to her, moving closer to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-Rowan's Side Adventures</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>09-02-2018, 16:32:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Will<br><strong>Status</strong>: Hot and boithered <hr>Rowan, at first, remains fully withering in shame, but his compliment causes her to lift her eyes a bit more, raising her chin, bringing a faint smile to her lips again-- genuine this time.&nbsp; His acceptance-- and the compliment-- seemed to match the exact look in his eye, and though she could tell that there was something <i> else</i> there, she was seeing a reflection of his attraction to her, a lack of fear or revulsion... it was rather welcoming.&nbsp; Of course, he didn't know the story... maybe that was it.&nbsp; Maybe he thought these were from her own blade.&nbsp; She supposed he didn't realize that she'd been cut up by men that... well... did things that she believed made girls into whores, or property, or garbage.&nbsp; Either way... cut up, used, degraded.&nbsp; Left to bleed and suffer and remember.&nbsp; It wasn't that long ago.<br><br>But that isn't how he's looking at her... that isn't it at all.&nbsp; She's shown him enough and there's no cause to prattle about that, despite her mouth's overwillingness to dump every flitting thought from her brain like a beehive evacuating at the first sign of a bear.&nbsp; Not at all... his look says more than enough.&nbsp; She wants him to see past those scars and he is.&nbsp; He seems to like it.&nbsp; And when his breeches go down-- slowly, which she's enjoying to the extreme without any shame at all-- from the fine hairs below his belly to the cleft in his chin behind his close-trimmed beard to the supple turn of his calf to the crevice in his mid-belly-- ooooh, boy.&nbsp; She breathes out a little huff between her pursed lips like she is trying to ask a question starting with a 'w', like a 'what', but she knows what, like a 'who,' but it's him, like a 'where' but she has suspicions... so maybe the little "wh--" sound she makes is the start of a 'why' because mmmmaybe that's because he wants her that badly? <br><br>her blonde eyebrows, angularly arching already in a pixie-like V raise over her wide blue eyes, and she actually blinks and looks him over from anlkles to eyes once more, then back to that... source.&nbsp; "Wh--well, now."&nbsp; She swallows dryly, clears her throat.&nbsp; "I, um--"&nbsp; she rises to her knees on the bed, having unconsiously tugged at the covers there like a shroud, which she releases back to little sagging piles on either side of her bare thighs as she folds her hands under her chin.&nbsp; For a moment.&nbsp; She looks deep in thought, like she's approaching a well-locked door or a complicated trap.&nbsp; Then she simply grins, as she closes her eyes, opening them again to fix upon Will's face.&nbsp; "You're absolutely lovely," she says, scrolling her eyes over his broad chest once more, the blush returning.&nbsp; "Not just... you know.&nbsp; Not just your cock."&nbsp; Here we go again. The words threaten to explode.&nbsp; "I mean your cock's beautiful but I mean <i>Iyou're</i> lovely... you're a gentleman, you're handsome, you've got... this... handsome... gentlemanly..." and she unfolds her hands to place them upon Will's chest... "warm... skin.&nbsp; And... those lovely eyes.&nbsp; Just... lovely."&nbsp; <br><br>She smiles then, a little glistening around her flashing irises, and kisses him gently, her soft lips parting as she pulls him down to the bed with her, working her face against his and delighting in the sensation as she tugs him alongside where she manages to sprawl out, wrapping one slender leg over his waist as she strokes his back and arm.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her kisses become a torrent as she becomes more confident, more swept up in that sensation, her body's fierce awakening returning to her consciousness as the frosted glass of self-fear-- so suddenly appearing-- begins to crystalize and fleck away piece by piece.&nbsp; She draws his face to her neck and shoulder, encouraging him to kiss her there as she nips at his earlope and whispers, "You... you must be gentle.&nbsp; I've been... ah... <i>wounded</i>... there.&nbsp; Before.&nbsp; And not much experience, okay?"&nbsp; She licks the rim of his ear and kisses tenderly then sucks at the dangling lobe once more, "and I really, <i>really</i> insist that you enjoy this."
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-Rowan's Side Adventures</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>11-02-2018, 03:02:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/02/25/20160225212528-59aa9409-xs.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Corporal Stoutly<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Rowan<br><strong>Status:</strong> I'm into something Good<br><br>She didn't hesitate, when he saw the real her, she took the leap of faith, and opened up. He had a grin on his face when she starts talking. Truth is, he finds her runaway speech and thoughts to be quite amusing and cute, it's her perky, stream of consciousness that is one thing that he was immediately attracted to, and while she might think he finds it irritating, it's nothing of the sort. Rowan is instantly an individual that stands out, she practically beams, and that's very attractive to him. He catches how she's looking at him when he's fully undressed and fully erect, and he smiled. 'Thank you, I think I've said the same about you with my eyes, but I didn't with my voice. You're beautiful Rowan, don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise' he said to her. Moments later, she was pulling him down to the bed for what ended up being a series of extremely long, passionate kisses. The kind of kisses that started slow, and built up, and when you went back for another it got longer, until they were strung together to the point where you needed to stop to get some air. Those kind of kisses.<br><br>His hands gently explore her body, touching and caressing her, and marveling at her strength. His own lips begin to leave a damp, heated trail along her neck, then her shoulders and collarbone, before ending up on her earlobe, and his hot breath in her ear. 'I will be as gentle as you need me to be, Rowan. I promise that I will do all I can so that we both enjoy it immensely' he said, his voice thick with desire. His kisses don't stop though, slowly working their way down to her chest, and his gentle kisses explore every inch of her chest, unless it's too much for her. If it's not, however, no part of those glorious orbs of hers goes untouched, and the nipples receive extra attention, before he begins to kiss lower. Slowly exploring and learning the curves of her body with his mouth and tongue, memorizing the peaks and valleys, and listening for the signs that tell him yes, right there and more, or no, let's not do that shall we?<br><br>Will appears to be enraptured with Rowan and getting to know her. Eventually he rolls her on her back and moves between her legs. At first, he merely rubs the head of his cock along her folds and sex, teasing her but also ensuring that she is ready, and wants this. When she signals yes, Will slowly slides into her depths, as gently as he can, taking his time and following her lead as to what is good for her. He groans as she takes him in, eyes rolling back in his head in sheer delight. 'Gods Rowan, you feel damn good' is about all he can manage to get out as their bodies merge. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-Rowan's Side Adventures</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>12-02-2018, 04:48:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Will<br><strong>Status</strong>: Hot and boithered <hr>Biting her lower lip and turning her face away, Rowan strokes her fingers down Will's back and enjoys the sounds of his breathing, the feel of his frame lovingly poised over her, the weight of him pressed into her, the kisses at her throat and mouth.&nbsp; Her eyes drift to the dark ceiling, and dreamily they flutter as he eases himself between her thighs.&nbsp; She relaxes, feels the pressure of him there-- part of her rebels, clenches out of fear-- she knows he must feel it, and she is terrified, for just a moment, that she'll disappoint him, or she'll ruin this moment that she wants so much.&nbsp; With a steadying breath, she presses her lower hips against him just as he readies himself, and she decides... <i>oh, well, yes, okay... that actually feels really really good... I should let myself have this moment with Will... I have to just relax, and let this moment happen as it's supposed to, because... well... it</i> <em>is</em> supposed to.&nbsp; It's not like I'm broken.&nbsp; I'm not.&nbsp; I'm not ruined.&nbsp; I'm... I'm a woman, damnit, and--&lt;/&gt; as she felt a little bolder, and lifted her hips again, and her clit rubbed against his insistent hips, a little jolt of electricity-- <i>Oh, yes, that will help.</i><br><br>Her breath catches at the moment that he starts to enter her, and she knows that he's starting to feel the insistent drive more and more, and that he won't be denied-- and despite her initial fear, her hunger, her many-time nightmares and her one-time wound that has haunted her for so long, she opens her thighs wider, she breathes and she relaxes... and "Oh," she says softly, cupping his face, staring deep into his eyes, her mouth agape and her breath ragged, "Oh, gods Will, I wish..." and he manages a little entry, then a little easing out... letting her inner lubrication do its work, mingling little by little and easing more and more each attempt, coaxing her along like a scared animal.&nbsp; "Mmm..." she bites her lip because it feels good, then she can't contain it, "oooooh gods that feels so..." and then he reaches her channel, and the honey flows free and hot, coating him, and she clenches and relaxes and he glides out and in freely.&nbsp; The next stroke is to her core, which he reaches.&nbsp; The scar tissue is sensitive and tingling like the heart of her, virginal but for the touch of pain long ago.&nbsp; She emits a moan, her shoulders pressed to the mattress, her back arching up from the bed, her ass pressed forward as her hips meet him and she emits a cry of sustained, fulfilled want, desperate and hungry for more... "Oh god Will, I wish, I wish..." she kisses him, she holds him there with muscles she hasn't used, she clenches him and squeezes and keeps him inside and releases and he buries himself again.&nbsp; She gasps and cries out in ecstatic pleasure and tosses back her head in a sharp in and out of breath that is high and lovely and free.&nbsp; "Oh gods I wish you were my first," she says, gripping his lower back and buttocks and willing him to free himself, to go wild within her body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-Rowan's Side Adventures</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>14-02-2018, 02:29:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/02/25/20160225212528-59aa9409-xs.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Corporal Stoutly<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Rowan<br><strong>Status:</strong> I'm into something Good<br><br>'Gods, nghhhhh' he groaned as her body came alive with their joining. The slow beginning was exquisite, taking the time to get acquainted, and adjusted felt incredible, it amplified every movement between them, and heightened the senses, and when that merging and welcoming was finished, and their bodies had fully introduced themselves to each other, they moved into another gear. He felt her move, and her body's reaction caused the slickness to increase, and her words were like a fire to him. He began to move inside of her, their bodies began to crash and slap together, and the moans and sighs of pleasure began to fill the air in the small cottage. The bed was rocking eventually, the headboard banging against the wall as Will thrust to the hilt inside of her over and over again, his body rubbing against hers, his chest pressed to hers, his lips meeting hers. A sheen of light sweat began to cover his body as they drove themselves towards the ecstasy they sought.<br><br>He was going wild within her, and he leaned in to whisper in her ear. 'I am here now, and this is a joy I've not felt ever. You are beautiful, Rowan, and you deserve to feel good' he said simply to her, before nibbling on her earlobe. Her body's honey surrounded his cock, and they lost track of time. Soon, she felt him moving more urgently, and he began to stiffen up. 'Gods Rowan, yes, YES!' he groaned, and she felt him explode, several deep, powerful thrusts accompanied his release, followed by a multitude of smaller thrusts that had smaller spurts of his release, until he was spent this time. His lips not losing contact with her as he came, kissing her body where he could reach it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-Rowan's Side Adventures</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>18-02-2018, 02:16:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Will<br><strong>Status</strong>: Hot and boithered <hr>Will's intensity and abandon is more than encouraging for Rowan, who returns his enthusiasm vigorously... her body's in tune enough to eagerly return the contact, her kisses, her touches bolder by the moment, her own form supple and strong beneath him as she bucks back against his strokes out of instinctual desires and awakening sensations that every stroke seems to call forth.&nbsp; She's learning, quickly, that the stroke of his body within her is like an accent, but the caress of his hands and the rub of his body are the chords and the notes of making love.&nbsp; It's definitely not what she thought it would be... it's much more-- what is it, a total-body experience?&nbsp; It seems more like... well, the way that those drunkards looks when they're chugging a huge flagon of free beer.&nbsp; Or the way that a craftsman must feel when seeing their carvings come precisely to life.<br><br>Oh, that's silly, she thinks.&nbsp; Only a whore would make fucking a craft... <i>oh, gods, I'm not a whore now, am I?</i>&nbsp; <br><br>Then when Will's reassuring whisper finds her ear, she smiles back, dreamily whispering incomprehensibly in return, her breath coming in surprised, high pants... yes, her voice-- she recognizes the sounds from her throat, the high cries, the gasps, the moans of pleasure.&nbsp; Those are from <i>her</i>, uninhibited, and not at all faked... she's not a whore, a whore wouldn't sound that damn sexy.&nbsp; <br><br>That feeling she's captured with Will, it's not some petty exchange or an exertion of control, or some old woman's warning of wifely duty.&nbsp; It's purely mutual, and it feels... complete? Ah, that's it!&nbsp; And as she realizes that word, Will's pleasure begins to peak, and she can feel it in every muscle from his calves to his shoulders, and in the hot, ragged breath on her shoulder, and it manifests in his intensity and drives her with it.&nbsp; &nbsp;That's it... he's taking her with her.&nbsp; He's bringing her there and as he does she can't help but cry out his in soft encouraging moans, "Yes, Will-- yes... yessss.... YEAASSS!" and as she comes, she shivers, she cries out high and her voice catches in her throat, and suddenly she can't breathe and doesn't really want to.&nbsp; Her body shudders like electricity and crashes like waves, and her sex, tightly clenching him still, is a wet, hot fist gripping and milking his member in her as he fills her again and again.&nbsp; "Ohh... she murmurs, still holding him inside, clenching his hair and cheeks and arching her back, still squeezing him again and again as the aftershocks of her climax continue and her bare, scarred breasts are his to possess.&nbsp; Then, when she can breathe again, it's loudly and with spent exhaustion until she collapses against the bed, glistening with sweat and stroking his back as she breathes heavy in the night air.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-Rowan's Side Adventures</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>18-02-2018, 18:22:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/02/25/20160225212528-59aa9409-xs.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Corporal Stoutly<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Rowan<br><strong>Status:</strong> Blissfully Satisfied<br><br>She met his eagerness with an explosion of joy of her own, and soon his thrusts subsided, his body spent for the moment as she lay sprawled under him. He was coated in a light sheen of sweat, and his breathing began to gradually slow down back to normal as he kissed her cheek, her neck and nuzzled her earlobe, before giving her lips a kiss, and then shifting his weight by slowly sliding out of her body, and rolling onto his side. His hands idly caressed her body as they lay side by side, sharing in the afterglow. Will was not softening however, although at this point he was catching his breath, and simply enjoying the moment. His hand found her cheek, and lightly caressed it. He'd not felt anything like this ever, the connection and mutual desire had been obvious and it culminated in an amazing physical joining that had him seeing stars.<br><br>The moonlight shone through the window, illuminating the pair as they lay, nude, together in Will's bed. <br><br>'I'm glad I came out of the inn to see if you were alright. You're more than alright, Rowan' he said to her. His hands touched her skin. 'I'm very glad you dragged me to my house' he added. He leaned up and kissed her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-Rowan's Side Adventures</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>19-02-2018, 06:02:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Will<br><strong>Status</strong>: Hot and boithered <hr>Laying on her side, Rowan smiles at Will's words and lifts one calf to rest it on Will's thigh, smiling as she languidly strokes his chest and stomach with the tips of her fingers, then firmer and more heartily to enjoy the pressure and firm resistance of his body with its fresh mist of clean sweat.&nbsp; "Oh, Will.&nbsp; I'm not known for..." she sighs, still catching her breath, "... making the best... snap-decisions.&nbsp; But that was a good one."&nbsp; She grins.&nbsp; "And that was <i>good</i>."&nbsp; <br><br>She looks up at his face and places a sweet kiss on his lips, then another bolder one, suckling at his lower lip and darting her tongue into his mouth as she works her face along his with a low purr in her throat.&nbsp; "Mmm... positively spectacular."&nbsp; Her eyes sparkle as she looks him over, admiring him naked, letting her hands explore him, trace his chest, his stomach, drawing the lines of his abdominal muscles.&nbsp; "I may not have been, technically, a <i>virgin</i>, I know.&nbsp; But as far as I'm concerned, you're my first time."&nbsp; She doesn't look up from tracing whorls and lines on his body.&nbsp; "It was... much better than I could have hoped."&nbsp; At that, she buries her finely-shaped face into his chest, kissing there, and nestles into him for a gentle snuggle.<br><br>Her hand continues to explore, and from her vantage point, her face hidden, she observes that his manhood is still at the ready... if not pulsing and throbbing with need like before, she expects he could easily... easily... fill her again.&nbsp; "Um... could you be my second, too?"&nbsp; She asks with a girlish giggle, her voice muted against his skin, and strokes her leg enticingly up his as her hand delves lower, giving an exploratory caress of the base of his member, stroking her fingers down hesitantly at first, then more boldly, to test how he reacts to her caressing his sac.&nbsp; She listens close to his breathing, his voice, and his heart through his chest as she begins to tentatively stroke him, still damp with his climax and hers beginning to only beginning to dry on his thick shaft, and strokes her short hair against his chest as she kisses his pectoral muscles in broad strokes, letting her lower lip and tongue trail behind.&nbsp; <br><br>She forms a loose fist, gently squeezing his length, and begins to gently give him a stroking motion to simulate his thrusts before, to see how he'll react, to feel how the soft skin along that firm length gives and recedes with the pressure she exerts, to watch him move with her and to feel him give and throb with the gentle exertions as she begins to find a rhythm and squeeze, pull, and push gently back down his length.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-Rowan's Side Adventures</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>20-02-2018, 17:28:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/02/25/20160225212528-59aa9409-xs.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Corporal Stoutly<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Rowan<br><strong>Status:</strong> Rising to the Occasion Again<br><br>There was something about just laying face to face with each other in the blissful afterglow of such a wonderful shared sensation. Will was breathing normal again, but his body felt electric. Rowan had taken him to an amazing place, bliss he'd never felt before, and his whole body tingled. It was no wonder he'd not gone soft. He wanted more of her, and the little touches he was making along her body, as well as her own explorations of his, were ensuring that the hardness remained, and began to strengthen. 'It was. It was the best snap decision. It certainly was the best feeling one, that's for sure. You're an amazing woman Rowan, you feel and smell wonderful, and just being here with you makes me feel good. I'm glad we shared this tonight' he said, cut off by a series of wonderful and more expressive kisses, each one more expressive and bolder than the previous one. <br><br>'I'm glad' he said when she mentioned it was better than she hoped. 'You deserve to feel good, and to express and enjoy yourself' he added, his strong hand caressing her cheek. He chuckled. 'I'd love to be your second, any way or time' he said, smiling at her. 'Mmmm, now that feels good' he said as her hand found his base while her leg rubs along his skin. He can feel his body's reaction, his cock rising to a more prominent, hard shape, and as she caresses his sack, his lips kiss her forehead while a hand moves to cup her rump, the soft globe of her rear in his hand.<br><br>Soon she is stroking him, both as a form of enjoyment, and exploration. 'Ahh, yes, mmm Rowan, that feels good. I will be done a second time if you keep that up for awhile' he said to her, letting her know that her hand on his shaft and sac were providing much pleasure, but also letting her know that if she wanted him to take her again, it would be after he rested again if she made him cum this way. His hips were moving a bit with her movements though, a clear indication that her stimulations were working quite well. His cock was now thick and hard in her hand, the large member throbbing in need with each of her strokes up and down it's length.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-Rowan's Side Adventures</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>22-02-2018, 07:04:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Will<br><strong>Status</strong>: In a nice afterglow, but hungry for more and very eager<hr><br>Rowan looks very intrigued by Will's reaction and continues to stroke Will's cock with a slow, persistent patience.&nbsp; "I admit, I would like to watch that, but... I want a lot of things, I suppose."&nbsp; She grins playfully, dipping her head to wrap her lips around his nipple and kiss it, the nip it playfully before easing away.&nbsp; She keeps her hand on him, persistently stroking him.&nbsp; "I'm... rather undecided, Will.&nbsp; I want to watch you reach that... moment... and, please don't laugh... I want to see it, taste it, and watch your whole body, and your face, when you reach that moment."&nbsp; She grins.&nbsp; "But at the same time, I'm still... eager... to have you tend to me.&nbsp; Get it?"&nbsp; <br><br>She laughs lightly, a dreamy simulacrum of her nervous laugh before, now without the uncertainty, a musical, breathy exhale of private joy.&nbsp; "So... why don't you let me do this, and I'll watch you, and I'll let you watch me too, alright?&nbsp; At the same time... and if you want more, you just... take control, when you think it's right."&nbsp; She grins devilishly, kisses him, and whispers so close he can feel her breath and the brush of her breasts against his body.&nbsp; "We have all night.&nbsp; It's barely past supper after all."&nbsp; She winks and strokes him a little faster, squeezing and pulsing her fist eagerly, then slower, stroking his face adoringly with her free hand before propping her face by her elbow and watching with a curious, girlish curiosity as she strokes his cock in her hand and kisses him gently.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-Rowan's Side Adventures</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>23-02-2018, 17:54:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/02/25/20160225212528-59aa9409-xs.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Corporal Stoutly<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Rowan<br><strong>Status:</strong> Fully Operational and in Good Hands<br><br>'Sweet Rowan, music to my ears, I want to explore and touch every inch of you, not always with my hands either' he said, his voice dripping with desire. 'I would very much like that' he said, focusing on her, even though his hardness was being tended to quite enthusiastically while they spoke of desires and wants. His hand moved up her inner thigh, along her legs, and he shifted a bit so they could lie facing each other easier as they touched and stimulated each other. His hand moved between her legs once it reached the top of her inner thigh, and he began to gently caress and explore her sex, running along her outer lips, and gently touching her, before sliding between them, and gently moving a finger and thumb to find her bud hidden within her folds.<br><br>When he found her clit, he began to touch and caress it, rubbing it and stroking it, moving in time with her own hand as she touched him. He was leaking a bit from the tip, his eagerness quite obvious now. 'Mmm, that feels good' he said to her. 'What you're doing to me, and your own body' he added, both were giving him dizzying sensations. The more she stroked him, the more he touched and caressed her body, listening for sounds and her body's reactions to his ministrations. He let out a happy, content sigh. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-Rowan's Side Adventures</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>26-02-2018, 05:04:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Will<br><strong>Status</strong>: In a nice afterglow, but hungry for more and very eager<hr><br>Rowan's intensity in her ministrations sees a bit of a decrecendo as Will begins to explore her body so tenderly and expertly... she gives a little sound of pleasure as his fingers gently rub aside her clitoral hood, and she flutters gently from toes to neck as he finds the right way to touch her, the right pressure, firm and gentle caresses alternating on that single point, but not neglecting the rest of her.&nbsp; She finds her feet don't want to hold still, and her legs try to glide against the bedsheets encouragingly, very gently and with a little whisper of the fabric.&nbsp; Her breath begins to quicken, and her strokes to his member begin to find a more steady pace again as she starts to give over conscious control to that physical urge and its building pleasure.<br><br>Tentatively, and curiously, she lets the tip of her finger stroke over his glistening head, a droplet of his precum lingering there, and she breaks the contact long enough to bring it to her lips for a curious taste.&nbsp; She looks up at his eyes as her finger trails from her beestung lip, and her little pink tongue darts out to savor it.&nbsp; She gives a sweet little smile and resumes her stroking of his cock with renewed vigor and purpose, knowing what she'll do when he climaxes... but then, with a gasp of surprise, she feels a twinging pressure deep in her body, a throbbing need that comes in waves like the water she was watching earlier, a slow-building tide.&nbsp; She realizes that, at his hand, she'll probably come first... and it's far better to come at a lover's hand than her own. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-Rowan's Side Adventures</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>27-02-2018, 17:34:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/02/25/20160225212528-59aa9409-xs.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Corporal Stoutly<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Rowan<br><strong>Status:</strong> Fully Operational and in Good Hands<br><br>He couldn't deny how good her hand felt surrounding his throbbing member, but even moreso, was the exhilaration that he was feeling listening to and feeling her responses to his own caresses of her body. It was arousing to feel her reactions, and to hear her responses to him stimulating her, and he loved the sensations. Her body was moving, she couldn't hold still, and that was a good sign, judging by her flush skin and the looks upon her face. He groans when she touches the tip, a deep, throaty sound that is nothing but a sign of his pleasure. He is leaking, but having just erupted not long ago, he knows it will take more time for him to reach another release, which is fine with him, as he gets to continue to please Rowan. He can feel her increase the movement of her strokes upon him, but her body tightens, and he can feel her arousal starting to make her wetter than she was, and that causes him to continue to rub her clit with his thumb, a second finger joining the first one inside of her heated channel, the ultimate goal to bring her to climax. <br>'That's it Rowan, just like that. You feel so good, move with me, let yourself go' he said, whispering heated words in her ear, his thumb rubbing back and forth across her swollen bud with increased fervor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-Rowan's Side Adventures</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>02-03-2018, 05:12:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Will<br><strong>Status</strong>: Yes, climaxing again<hr><br>Rowan's glad to comply with Will's gentle coaxing, her hips bucking up to meet his hand eagerly as she succumbs to the penetration and urging of his hand against her eager sex, her readied and anxious clit, her wet and accepting inner folds.&nbsp; The giddiness of youth, the vibrancy of life she carries with her by day seems to echo in her body and her sexual urges now, and she responds wildly, with abandon, as she nears her climax at his hand.&nbsp; <br><br>With her breath rising to a frantic pace, her breasts rise and heave, her belly swelling and contracting to reveal the sweaty shine of ridged muscles in her abdomen and below her ribs, and the breath begins to take voice, without deliberation, slipping into those girlish, high cries of surrender with the natural ease of the body's need.&nbsp; They verge on the soft cries of pain, but are natural and erotic, like an angel in tribadism with a devil.&nbsp; <br><br>She grips his cock tightly and squeezes, pumping him as hard and as focused as she can until her control slips, and her motions become only spasmodic jerks against the bucking of her own body as she sprawls wide.&nbsp; She must abandon the enterprise and her hips fluttering and lifting from the mattress as fluid like that of an overripe, fresh-sliced fruit gushes from her body to speckle his fingertips and the sheets as she comes in a long, moaning gasp, her fingers tangling in the sheets and her toes curling, her legs winding and twisting in a writhing desperation against the sheets as she comes hard, arching her back, her breath catching mid-cry, then releasing in a high-pitched shriek of relief that shudders her whole form with ecstacy until she collapses against the bed, shivering, twitching with the after-shocks of climax, gripping his wrist and begging him not to stop just yet, her legs crossing and squeezing against his hand.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-Rowan's Side Adventures</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>04-03-2018, 21:56:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/02/25/20160225212528-59aa9409-xs.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Corporal Stoutly<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Rowan<br><strong>Status:</strong> Pressing the Right Button<br><br>He felt her body tensing up, and her breathing suddenly changed sounds, and then it hit her like a wave. Her own grip on his cock had ceased, her body was in the throes of a climax that by all intents and purposes, was amazingly powerful if her vocalizations and movements were any indication. Her body writhed on the sheets, and her voice reached a crescendo that was loud, a good sign for the pleasure she had so desired to feel. She shuddered under his touches, and then began to calm, all the while he continued to massage her clit and sex, as she asked him to do, not quite ready to finish feeling the sensations that were flooding her body.<br><br>He watched her facial expressions and listened to the sounds her body made.<br><br>'Gods above and below, you're sexy as hell Rowan' he said to her, loving the way he was making her feel right now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-Rowan's Side Adventures</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>05-03-2018, 05:37:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Will<br><strong>Status</strong>: Aftershocks and butterflies<hr>Rowan gasps a light laugh at that, her scarred, small body heaving with breath and glistening with a diamond-sheen of sweat.&nbsp; She clenches her thighs on Will's hand, shivering and shuddering again as she squeezes and relaxes, her breath catching as she buckles up and then arches her back, the compact muscles stretching and shivering before she collapses back onto the bed again, breathing hard with that powerful aftershock still echoing in her nerves and muscles.<br><br>"Oh... Will..." the simple utterance of his name is a half-whisper and a half-cry, and she flutters her eyes open slowly to look into his.&nbsp; "Oh, but that.&nbsp; Was... good."&nbsp; She grins and smiles broadly as she relaxes her head against the pillow, sighs as she catches her breath, then rouses herself over to straddle Will's thighs.&nbsp; "But I haven't forgot," she says, looking down at him with devilish glee, "what got me <i>into</i> this state to begin with, and Will, I..." she shivers, settles herself astride his thighs and strokes her hands down his chest with long, adoring strokes, "...oh, I intend to finish what we started here..." she winks, shifts her weight to make sure he's comfortable, and then smirks.&nbsp; <br><br>"Now... I think I know what to do here, but... I'm not exactly a... er, master of such things."&nbsp; She cups his hips in her hands, slips her fingers underneath gently to test the sides of his buttocks as she leans down over his erect, gleaming-tipped member.&nbsp; One hand begins to gently roll his sac against his body, savoring the intimate understanding and vulnerability of holding those glands in her palm, and loving the fire that this touch kindles in his eyes.&nbsp; "But... I'm willing to risk it with you.&nbsp; I don't think you'll... you know..."&nbsp; her chin brushes the tip of him, leaving a damp glistening jewel behind on her golden skin, "... I don't think you'll be too rough on me if I don't get it <i>just</i> right... but..."&nbsp; <br><br>She lets her lower lip catch at the underside of his member's engorged head, causing her wet inner mouth to graze over that sensitive skin before she places a delicate kiss at the opening.&nbsp; "Right...." her breath tickles the skin.&nbsp; "You'll help me make sure it feels good, right?"&nbsp; She grins, and, with one hand still gently massaging his testes, she cradles his base, wrapping her fingers determinedly around, and slips her mouth over his head.&nbsp; She feels like hot, wet velvet.&nbsp; There's a slight, wet sound, and her saliva and her wet, strong tongue flow over his head as she savors the taste of his precum, then she begins to slowly, gently bob her head, trying to swivel her hand very gently, very tentatively, to match that rhythm.&nbsp; <br><br>It may take her a moment, but she soon finds a way to feel comfortable like this.&nbsp; She wouldn't begin to understand how to swallow a cock, much less a man of his girth, but she's willing to lend her mouth to his head and the first of his shaft and to suckle it, to bob her mouth gently, while her hand simulates the opposite motion, in a steadying, smoothing rhythm that begins to pick up speed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-Rowan's Side Adventures</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>06-03-2018, 19:35:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/02/25/20160225212528-59aa9409-xs.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Corporal Stoutly<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Rowan<br><strong>Status:</strong> Pressing the Right Button<br><br>'I'm glad' he said to her. 'It feels so amazing just touching you, it's, I really don't have words for how beautiful you looked experiencing such passion, it was amazing to behold' he said to her, smiling warmly at her as her breathing came back to some semblance of normal. 'I hope so, the desire I'm feeling for anything, anyway with you, is well, enormous' he said, and his cock was still very hard, and throbbing with need, as she looked down at it, and then touched him again. That elicited a low groan, and then he smiled coyly when she mentioned that she hoped he wouldn't go too rough on her when she started to tend to his need. 'Not at all, I am sure whatever you have in mind, will be glorious' he said to her. 'Just, just remember when I reach a certain point, there's going to be a mess. A wonderful feeling with that mess, but it'll be there' he reminded her. 'I'll try to remember to remind you when it's about to happen, but it may feel so good, I may be so lost in the moment, that it just happens' he advised.<br><br>He nearly lost it when her warm, slick, wet mouth surrounded the tip, then engulfed the upper third of his member. If he thought that was heaven, when she started to bob up and down on it, leaving slick trails of her saliva to lubricate each further movement, he was groaning and moaning low and deep with each up and down motion. Precum was leaking for sure, and his hips were slightly undulating with her movements, the primal urge to seek release driving his body on. His hands caressed her hair and scalp, moving through the short locks in a caressing motion as her head moved up and down on his thick pole. Several minutes of her wondrous ministrations brought about a change in his breathing, and his movements, and she felt his cock start to throb, and his body stiffen up. 'Unnghh, yeah, Ungggh, Rowan, I'm gonna cum' he said to her, and a few moments later, he grunted loudly, it was a deep, guttural sound filled with naught but pleasure, and the head of his cock erupted, thick streams of his cum, rope after rope emerged, as his hips bucked and his body shuddered. It was a copious release, finally subsiding after multiple large ropes of the sticky white fluid had burst forth in waves. The look on his face was sheer bliss, and his breathing began to calm down.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-Rowan's Side Adventures</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>11-03-2018, 19:41:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Will<br><strong>Status</strong>: Aftershocks and butterflies<hr><br>Practically giddy with the reactions she's managed to elicit from Will, she takes to the task of finishing him with a determination that far exceeds her meager experience.&nbsp; His ejaculation, however, is a bit more than she'd been prepared for, mentally.&nbsp; It's probably the polite thing to do to swallow his come, she reasons, and as her mouth fills with his seed she does that, at least twice, but then finds that there's more than she's able to consume with his member filling her mouth and tongue so.&nbsp; <br><br>She has a brief moment where she is reasonably certain that she'll drown, so after those initial two swallows she breaks that seal and his fluids spatter her cheek, a clean white cord connecting the tip of his cock to her amber skin as she pants and strokes him to his full completion, even as he continues to erupt and spatter her chin.&nbsp; She ties to reassert control, but fails at that, and it's not exactly that she minds-- his salty, slightly-sweet fluid actually tastes rather... enjoyable.&nbsp; Not that she'd seek out to gather as much as possible, but in this moment she's eager to wring his body of of it he wants to give her.&nbsp; And there's plenty... the copious amounts provide some insight to the warm, wet feeling she's experiencing between her thighs now as his first climax's spendings begin to creep out in excess, and as fascinating as watching the fluid erupt from his shining, dark-crowned cock is, she has the urge to lap a bit of it, to clean him.&nbsp; So she does, and when his throes subside, she spends a good bit of time nuzzling into his hips and aside his wet shaft to let her tongue seek out the spilled seed and to savor its taste as she brings his relaxing cock to a state of more ease.<br><br>When he's spent and clean, she rises a bit, wiping the rogue spattering from her cheek and chin, then cleans her fingertips in her mouth.&nbsp; Without words now, she simply grins at him, the afterglow and satisfaction of the act filling her with a happy exhaustion that warms her like a coal fire.&nbsp; She urges him to lay at ease as she draws up the knotted, tangled blanket, spreading it over their bare bodies, and snuggles her face into his chest and under his bearded chin for kisses and strokes of affectionate, gentle exploration.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-Rowan's Side Adventures</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>12-03-2018, 21:53:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/02/25/20160225212528-59aa9409-xs.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Corporal Stoutly<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Rowan<br><strong>Status:</strong> Drunk and Flush with Delight<br><br>No words were necessary at this point. His body had finally stopped with his eruption, and the tender, exploratory ministrations that Rowan was in the act of pursuing were both pleasurable and delightful. Her touches, caresses and the sensation of her warm tongue tending to his body brought him to rest, and the warmth of their bodies pressing together was quite nice, very nice indeed. When she pulled the blanket up, his mast had softened a bit, now was a good time to simply luxuriate in each other's presence. She nestled into his body, and he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer, savoring the warmth. Both bodies were in the afterglow, and still touching here and there as they lay together. The moon had just started rising high in the sky, it was very early yet, only an hour and a half or so since sundown, there was much of the night to go, but a comfortable rest, just laying in each other's arms and relishing what they had just shared was pretty damn nice in Will's eyes. He kisses her lightly several times, and caresses her, not with the intent to light another fire so soon, but to simply explore her body and share in the sensations of close contact. Will is indeed, a very happy man right now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-Rowan's Side Adventures</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>14-03-2018, 04:09:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Will<br><strong>Status</strong>: Glowing all after-like<hr><br>Ever curious, Rowan continues to snuggle against Will's bare chest, and actually giggles sweetly as she does.&nbsp; She gently pushes aside the blanket just a bit to let the light peek in so she can study his skin, the texture of his honey-colored chest hair against his bronze skin, the fine shadows and generous swells of muscle along his body where her fingers gently explore.&nbsp; "I haven't come like that before," she confesses in a gentle whisper.&nbsp; "I guess... wanting it like that made it better.&nbsp; Wanting it with you.&nbsp; And... well... you made it better.&nbsp; Better than I ever..."&nbsp; She strokes his stomach, not trying to kindle more desire in him, only to explore him, to memorize him.&nbsp; To savor every detail and memorize the preciousness of the moment.&nbsp; "I thought, for a while, I wouldn't do that with a man.&nbsp; Not by choice."&nbsp; <br><br>She sniffs lightly, shrugs.&nbsp; "Thought it might be something I'd just... y'know... take a pass on.&nbsp; Thought... maybe I'm a girl who might grow to an old maid.&nbsp; Or maybe I like girls, but... not yet.&nbsp; Figured that maybe one day I'd know."&nbsp; She trails a circle around his nipple with her fingertips.&nbsp; "Then I also thought maybe one day I'd try."&nbsp; She laughs softly, readjusts herself.&nbsp; "Didn't think that'd be tonight.&nbsp; Despite how I may act.&nbsp; I'm not like this... but this <i>is</i> me."&nbsp; She kisses his jaw and, curiously, exploring, takes his member in her hands to savor the texture, the weight of him.&nbsp; "And I'm glad I didn't miss <i>this</i> in particular..." she says with a chuckle.&nbsp; "This was <i>very</i> nice."&nbsp; She gives a light squeeze and turns to her stomach, burying her face in the pillow.&nbsp; "Oh gods, I should go... I should go to the inn and sleep so I'm not a staggering zombie tomorrow for our forays into the manor."&nbsp; <br><br>Lifting her face, she bites her lip, studies him in the pale light of the moon through the slatted window.&nbsp; "Thank you for this Will.&nbsp; You... ah... you gave me something good."&nbsp; She blushes, not in shame, but at not having the words.&nbsp; "Something bigger than good."&nbsp; She shrugs, leans over, and kisses his mouth fully, lets her tongue flick over his lips and penetrate his mouth, and her body cover his as she embraces him and strokes his hair and rubs her body over his affectionately.&nbsp; The kiss becomes a waterfall of kisses and nuzzles, and when she finally breaks away, her mossy eyes hover over him, her slim body presses to him, her breasts like small pillows press to his chest and her legs are entwined in his.<br><br>"Tomorrow?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-Rowan's Side Adventures</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>18-03-2018, 16:30:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/02/25/20160225212528-59aa9409-xs.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Corporal Stoutly<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Rowan<br><strong>Status:</strong> Satisfied and Sleepy<br><br>'It was wonderful Rowan. You are a wonderful woman, and beautiful, don't listen to anyone who would tell you otherwise' he said to her, kissing her. 'It felt right, and felt so very good with you, I am glad and honored you trusted me enough to share that. I wouldn't change a thing' he said to her, his hands touching her body lightly as they lay under the blanket.<br><br>'You are you, that's all anyone should ask, and that's perfect' he said to her. They kissed for a long time, sharing touches and caresses, and just exploring each other tenderly, and it was very nice. Will had to admit this was the best he'd felt in a long time, about himself for sure. <br><br>'Go get a good night's sleep Rowan. I will see you in the morning, and sweet dreams. I know I will have them myself' he said, getting up and dressed, and being a gentleman, walking her at least to the front of the inn, and giving her a last kiss good night before she went off to bed.
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