Cerna's Outburst

Cerna moaned softly as he entered her. She wrapped her legs around him and soon her arms followed. This felt good to her

He slid his thick erection all the way inside of her. Filling her up.

Kissing her deeply, he ran his hand through her hair. His hand resting firmly on her ass.

He loved her. That was all he knew, he would give her anything and everything. He kissed her quite deeply feeling her warm tongue inside of his mouth.

He grinded his hips gently against her...

Cerna moans softly as he took the lead. She pants and relaxes against him. Enjoying the feeling of his presence inside her

Nosdyn feels his woman's tightness as he takes her so eagerly.

He kisses her quite deeply suckling on her tongue gently.

His erection pushes deeply inside of her, he grabbed her ass firmly.

He always loved her sexy ass...

Kissing her quite deeply he continued to push himself inside of her. He takes her hand and gently places it on his large, bulging sac.

Cerna moans and massages it tenderly. She kisses him deeply as she felt him push into her deeply. She knew he was being gentle because of her ordeal so she kisses him more

As he makes love to his wife, he takes his time. He'd always considered the connection he held with the undead as a whole, as a race. Many thoughts of the past entered his mind as they made love. Past lovers, Ettermire's sins against his people...and even N'Jal. He moans softly with tremendous pleasure as he took his woman. He massaged her hair gently.

His hand resting against her ass, a familiar touch. The hunger drove him absolutely insane with pleasure. She was tight around his large erection, tight and throbbing. He ached for release but he wanted to make love to her for hours that night. He needed, and he knew she needed as well so he took the lead. Kissing her deeply and firmly.

His hands massaging her ass for leverage, he thrust deeply into her. His large erection pushing against her undead womb...

Cerna moaned in pleasure and purrs as he thrusted into her. "You sure know how to get to a gal don't you Nos"

Nosdyn made love to her for hours that night.

He released several times into her undead womb...knowing he wouldn't be able to get her pregnant deep down. That was his only regret, the undead were barren and couldn't give him offspring of any sort. He sighed happily for a moment as he released once more into her, seed spilling out of her tightness. He held her closely.

Thoughts passed through his mind as he held her after that night. His arms wrapped firmly around her. He sucked on her neck gently. A matter troubled him though...something left not discussed between the two of them. The battle they had against Aranor earlier that day bothered him greatly. He knew that if their enemy was going to be a consistent threat...he would need more information from her.

His hand massaged her hair gently as they spoke. "Aranor..." Nosdyn said the man's name gently. He looked at his woman after. "Tell me everything you can about him. I need to know what we are up against." He said to her calmly.

Cerna nods "Very well. I will tell you what i know" She sat up and crossed her hooves to face her man

"He wasn't always an undead brute for a start. And his name was not always Aranor. In life he was an Orc Paladin and a damn good one at that. Back then he was known as Sir Araios the Gallant. He had faith in our version of the Light. But about two millenia ago...That changed. He was leading a group of us to safety after we were attacked, Myself being in that group. And yes, The incident that sealed his fate, sealed mine as well. But i digress

Anyway We were attacked by a large dragon-like Creature. It struck swiftly and without mercy. Shadows etching out from every gap in its jet black scales. It struck Aranor down in a single swipe of the tail. It then proceeded to raise him as an undead and branded him as what we now know as the "Undead King." To give him minions to serve him, the dragon mowed the rest of us down and ressurected us. Little more then mindless brutes....." She explained to the best of her ability

Nosdyn listened to her story...he had already memorized what that Orc, Aranor, looked like from their brief encounter. Nosdyn narrowed his eyes carefully as she spoke. He nodded for a moment holding his wife close. His hand massaged her belly protectively. Aranor would be a new threat to them he knew. Relentless enemies were always the worst kind. Nosdyn pondered the situation carefully, he already did not like Aranor or feel sympathy towards that man's situation. He considered everything he had just learned.

"Aranor..." Nosdyn repeated the man's name for a moment. "...In my eyes he is a coward. But he was potentially wise to run from us." Nosdyn explained. Nosdyn carefully studied the information she just gave him in his head. He'd always been a military tactician.

Their enemy would always move upon them now. He held his wife closely to him. "It gives me pleasure knowing we pissed him off and knowing that we can hurt him now. Just like he can hurt us and you." He held her close to his warm and hot body.

The other element troubled Nosdyn greatly though, there was a dragon involved in Aranor's story. He knew dragons were bad omens...