#nods sagely...

[malevolentram]

Day...four...guh .

This was funn but also ... Very difficult...because I was tired ..

Yes that's a baby dragon in the egg

[ca1amities]

laying here thinking about Neil's physique because he has to be decently built given he's a porter and the heavily suggested military background... he's strong, yea, looks it too, but I dont see him being quite as bulky. like say how sam is. bit slimmer, maybe. got the muscles, but they aren't overly defined unless hes showing off or putting them to use type deal... hmmmm much to think about

[gloomedhands]

Raheta was indeed a beauty to behold. A force that best not be reckoned with. Though, the ranger always did enjoy a good storm. A challenge. Perhaps he had gotten lucky, somehow his charms had won him some favors in their presence, or they were both simply in dire need of relief that they sought from one another.

Calloused hands held firm at the sorcerer's waist, tab of fingers idly smoothing over the golden scales that donned their flesh, and gripping at the soft flesh of their backside and thighs. Skilled tongue busy between their thighs as they sat mounted over the drow’s mouth, fingers carding through ashen locks of hair, tugging at the roots to encourage him further. Pale hues heavily hooded as they peered up at Raheta from here he lay trapped beneath her. A sight to behold truly. Songs of pleasure they sang so sweetly were blessings to his ears as he dragged his tongue teasingly over the slit of their cunt. Laving in the taste of the sorcerer's arousal as he delved ever deeper.

The muscles of his jaw were sure to be tight and aching the following morning, but that did not sway his efforts. Not in the least. Only focused on the ecstasy of freeform from a long, exhausting day. Before the dawn would break and whisk them away once again.

@gildedthrns ❛ i can’t wait to find out what else you can do . ❜

Dakara turned away with a sharp gasp. Breath hot and heavy against his companions' flesh. A mess of them left the flesh slick and moist pon his chin. The ranger chuckled huskily at Raheta’s words. Palms venturing further up their figure, where golden scales littered her skin, carefully mapping out the dips and curves, taking them into memory. Teeth sink playfully into tender thighs, no blood to be drawn, but a bruise to be left— treated with scattered kisses as he hummed in brief content. Sights falling upon her own mismatched gaze, baring his teeth in a wolfish smile, “Nor can I… Nor can I.”  

“You’re ever sweet upon my tongue, but I am ever so curious how you’ll fair beneath me. Do you think I could make you sing louder, Raheta?” The ranger pushed himself upward then, causing the sorcerer to ball back into his lap roughly, hands strong at waist hips to steady them. Dakara leaned in to catch their lips in a deep kiss. Uncaring of the mess it was likely to leave behind. Giving them a taste of herself. “Night’s still young… shall we make good use of it yet? I think I'd like to explore a little more of you...”