Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140208053126/@comment-11588669-20140501122409

He was a stong male. Indomitable to some. Quiet, lethal, spoken only when spoken to, and even then he replied either scathingly or calmly. A man feared by others, even if he was just a teen. A male who had stood against armies, and through strength of might and guile, along with a few of his compatriots won the day. His means were frowned apon, but to him, justified by the ends. A cruel male, heartless, but strong.

Fitting it took a woman's touch to bring him down to this, he mused.

Pleasure was racing through him. He was nearing the cusp of his climax, nearing the edge. And she kept him there, through tongue and breast. He was needy, his pulsing member told her that. The fluid seeping out, the pre that dribbled onto her tongue said how much pleasure she was giving him. And the slight buck of his hips told her he needed more. Nox's willpower was breaking. Then she gently, softly as to not hurt him, nipped at the tip of his member. It was a shock, a small slice of pleasurable pain slamming home with a tidal wave of the feeling. He caved then, willpower smashed.

"Ah...Nixia...please..l-let me finish...let me climax..." He whimpered. "I'm so close."