She closedit quietly behind him.The small room was covered, a rarity for the high-ceilinged hall theywere in. There was only a loveseat, a bare-rim m...rror over theloveseat, and a small wooden table inside carrying a smattering ofmagazines. Sean sat down on the couch and looked over the magazines,then to the door he walked through, then to a second door on the otherside of the room. He wondered who would be coming in; he'd neverbothered to ask.Picking up a random magazine he stared at the. Himo rose from her lotus position in a graceful motion without using her hands. She always moved fluidly, even for an elf. “General Grodan, hero of the battle of Raven Rock,” Himo said formally, nodding towards him.He grunted non-committedly as Marlark’s lute quieted. “Listen up, I don’t have time to repeat myself,” the older man said. “The horde has split up. Some are coming down this road. The majority of them; most of our forces, will stay here and defend the city. These bastards are slow,. In my ass. Running my fingers north on him, I found a nipple and ran my palm over it. It hardened to my touch, and taking turns I fingered the other one, squeezing it a bit. I took the nipple in my mouth. Flicking it with my tongue I kissed my way up his chest to his shoulder. Lying side by side they kissed. The passion was mounting and I grasped his cock and ran my hands up and down feeling it stiffen in my hands. Slow yet firm I continued to run my hands up and down; an occasional caress over. She was wearing faded, baggy denim and an old giveaway ballcap, and she was the most beautiful woman I had every seen face to face.(Elaboration: I wrote ad copy for a New York City agency that specializes in the fashion industry. I have had occasions to meet some of the most beautiful women in the world who get into the public eye. Christine made all but a few of them look shabby - and the few exceptions didn't come close to Christine.)Gina summarized it superbly:"She is the perfect Nordic.