Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
04.Jan.21, 10:19 PM
A soft whimper managed to escape as Pendalier grabbed her hair. Esille took a soft hissing breath through her nose, her hands twitching on his thighs for a moment before they stilled again. She didn't fight him as he took control, her whimpers stilted and muted by the thrusts of his meaty cock. She barely managed a gasp when he pulled her up, the sound quickly replaced by soft whimpers at the feel of his teeth and lips.
They'd done this dance before, and Esille moved easily with him as he stood, wrapping her long limbs around his strong frame, that same delighted shiver running down her spine as he easily carried her. That strength that he always so casually demonstrated never ceased to thrill her, and knowing she was helpless to stop him from doing anything only emphasized how much control the man had. Not that she wanted to stop him.
She grabbed onto the desk as directed, fingers tightening around the edge of the wood. Her voice was breathy as she eagerly nodded and confirmed, "I won't let go." Even if she did enjoy the rougher way Pendalier expressed his affections, Esille did not want to tempt the man's creativity or test him. Especially not when obedience had its own rewards. She gasped at the feel of his mouth, back arching as her hands clenched.
That same intensity that made Pendalier so dangerous also had her writhing, arms and legs gently quivering from pleasure. It was hard to resist the urge to greedily wrap her legs around him to pull him closer. Her hands were white knuckled as she kept them clinging desperately to the edge of the desk where they were too far to affectionately stroke through his hair. He had her so close to an orgasm and Esille let out a low whimper. Her voice was hoarse and dry with need as she said his name in a soft pleading tone. "Pen..."
They'd done this dance before, and Esille moved easily with him as he stood, wrapping her long limbs around his strong frame, that same delighted shiver running down her spine as he easily carried her. That strength that he always so casually demonstrated never ceased to thrill her, and knowing she was helpless to stop him from doing anything only emphasized how much control the man had. Not that she wanted to stop him.
She grabbed onto the desk as directed, fingers tightening around the edge of the wood. Her voice was breathy as she eagerly nodded and confirmed, "I won't let go." Even if she did enjoy the rougher way Pendalier expressed his affections, Esille did not want to tempt the man's creativity or test him. Especially not when obedience had its own rewards. She gasped at the feel of his mouth, back arching as her hands clenched.
That same intensity that made Pendalier so dangerous also had her writhing, arms and legs gently quivering from pleasure. It was hard to resist the urge to greedily wrap her legs around him to pull him closer. Her hands were white knuckled as she kept them clinging desperately to the edge of the desk where they were too far to affectionately stroke through his hair. He had her so close to an orgasm and Esille let out a low whimper. Her voice was hoarse and dry with need as she said his name in a soft pleading tone. "Pen..."
