"I see," Marthel said, her voice quiet but steady. She didn't appear intimidated by raan's display of power. In fact, she seemed amused. "You must be quite powerful yourself, to be able to do that." A wicked grin spread across her face as she added, "And what sort of deal did you have in mind?"

Her eyes flicked over raan's body, taking in his muscles and features. There was something about him that drew her in, made her want to know more.

"Oh?" Marthel arched an eyebrow as raan pinned her against the wall. She didn't struggle or try to escape; instead, she leaned into his touch, welcoming it. As he pressed his member against her, she moaned softly and closed her eyes, savoring the sensation.

"You're not like any dragon I've ever met," she breathed out, her voice shaking slightly with desire. "So strong... so powerful..."

he replied honestly. As they sat there in silence for a moment, gazing into each other's eyes, the air seemed charged with an almost palpable energy. It was as if something... more was about to happen between them. Marthel felt her heart race and her cheeks grow hotter, while ben could feel his blood pounding in his ears and a strange pressure building in his groin.

Without another word, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his.

Her mouth was warm and eager as it moved hungrily against his own. Marthel's tongue darted out to tease ben's bottom lip before slipping inside, tangling with his tongue in a dance of desire. He moaned deeply into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer still.

Ben had never been kissed like this before; so passionate, so hungry. It felt as if Marthel was claiming him, marking him as hers in a primal display of desire.

Her eyes widened in surprise at his suggestion, a playful grin spreading across her face. "Hmm, I suppose we could try that," she teased, slipping off her dress and tossing it aside. "But then again, maybe not if you want me to keep my feet warm during all those foot jobs." She stepped closer to him, her naked body glowing in the dim light of the room. "What do you say? Should we go commando for our next adventure?"

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As their lips met, Marthel felt a rush of heat course through her, the passion between them growing more intense by the second. She moaned into his mouth as he groped her breasts and hips, fingers delving into her slick folds to tease her sensitive clit.

"Ahhh, yes... please," she breathed, grinding against his hand. "Touch me, taste me, make me yours."

With a low growl, King spun her around, pressing her against the wall and sliding a finger deep inside her.

The cloaked figure jerks upright, startled by the sound of your voice. Her hood falls back to reveal a familiar face: it's Marthel, the great dragon princess. She glares at you defiantly, her eyes narrowed and her fists clenched.

"What do you want?" she snaps. "I thought I lost them outside the village." Her voice is rough with anger and exhaustion.

"I've been running for days," Marthel says through gritted teeth. "They're closing in on me." Her eyes dart around the room, searching for an escape route. "Why did you follow me?"

You know why you followed her, but there's no point in admitting that now. Instead, you decide to play it cool and act like you had your own reasons for tracking her down.

"Let's just say I have my reasons," you reply nonchalantly. "

The two of you made your way through the town, gathering supplies and information on the cave system. As you prepared for your journey, people began to take notice of Marthel's presence. Rumors spread quickly about her being some sort of princess in hiding, and it didn't take long before she was being treated like royalty by everyone in town.

Finally, after gathering everything you needed, the two of you set off toward the mountains and the cave system beyond.

The cloaked figure glanced at you out of the corner of her eye, then looked back ahead as she continued walking. "Oh, I'm just a wanderer," she said casually, trying to sound nonchalant. "I travel from place to place, looking for adventure and excitement."

Her answer seemed to satisfy you for now, but you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to her story than she was letting on.

The cloaked figure turned to you as she caught her breath, a surprised smile on her face. "Not bad," she conceded with a nod. "I didn't expect anyone here to give me a run for my money." She flexed her hand, showing off the strength that had allowed her to hold out against your challenge earlier.

The orc groaned as he pulled himself up from the floor, glaring at both of you before stalking off towards the bar with an angry growl.

The cloaked figure watched you with interest as you approached the orc. "Well," she mused, "I guess it's only fair that I let you take your shot at me now." She crossed her arms beneath her breasts again and leaned against a nearby table, eyes fixed on the exchange between you and the orc.

The orc grunted as he took his seat at the bar, nursing his wounds with a mug of ale. "I dunno," he muttered, glancing in your direction before looking away again. "