A Cold Night II

"Ahh~," Rynne moaned involuntarily as Lance's hand roamed her body towards her firm but bouncy cheeks, his leg parting hers. It was a rather strange sensation for her, being under his control like that, her body responding to his actions. Being a born fighter, she was a warrior at heart, and being under another person felt conflicting, but at the same time comforting and even made her feel a bit hot. Not only was it comforting, it was loving, and that helped her lower her defences further, being caught up in the feeling and sensation.

They had been kissing seductively, their bodies making alluring contact with one another as Lance lay on her, his weight supported by one arm. As they separated, Lance could see Rynne's face a little through the dim moonlight.

Rynne felt her entire body heat up like it had never before. "Touch me more." She said, her breathing becoming more pronounced, albeit only a little.