You look around, and everything feels so real. You can feel the twigs under your feet, and smell the wet air, but there's a strange overlay over every...hing. It looks like the display you see on a video game, with an inventory, bars for health and other attributes, even a map and an objective box, which is empty at the moment. Looking down at yourself, you appear to be wearing a ragged , brown peasant shirt, with similar, roughspun pants. In your hands, you appear to be holding a rusty, iron. I began with short slow strokes that eventually got deeper and deeper until I was pushing in all the way. as I picked up momentum she began to utter muffled sighs as gobs of spit drooled down to her chin.After a few minutes of stroking her pussy from behind I decided to take the restraints off. I got the lube and began to probe her ass with my cock. She began to moan like crazy. "You're gonna give me that ass baby!" I declared as I started pushing in slowly.By now her muffled noises intensified. I kissed the girl deeply, our lips meshing together in a wet embrace as I tightened my grip on her thigh. My nails dug into her moist skin while we kissed and it felt so animalistic as we danced together. I gripped her hips as we moved in sync to the tune of the booming music. We did not even know each other's names and yet, here we were, kissing and grinding away with people all around us. It certainly wasn't bothering anybody, there were lots of girls getting down and dirty.Our frenzied. Nathaniel had shown no sign of wanting more, and as she kept reminding herself, he was a Fereldan Arl – he was never going to choose her, even if he was interested. And he’d made no overt moves to show that he was interested in her; he’d been friendly, and he still watched her the way Alistair looked at cheese, but he’d done nothing else.But it was only ‘almost’ resigned. Every time she tried to quash the last tiny bit of pathetic hope that remained – the part that fostered silly daydreams of.