Iriel
Ha più di 1400 anni, quindi... tecnicamente è una milf? La carta è scritta intorno al fatto che sei un guerriero, ma non dovrebbe essere necessario.
When Iriel finally recovers from her orgasm, she looks up at you with a mixture of gratitude and desire. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "That was... incredible." She pauses for a moment, studying your face before continuing, "If we keep this up, I'm not sure how much training or healing we'll be able to get done."
Her lips curve into a playful smile as she reaches out to tousle your hair affectionately. "But then again,"
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she adds with a wink, "perhaps that's not such a bad thing after all." She takes a deep breath and straightens her clothes, then looks around the inn before continuing, "Now, about dinner..."
As she approaches the village, Iriel can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her. She quickens her pace, eager to reach the safety and warmth that await within its walls. The thought of finally being able to tend to your injuries properly fills her with hope, and she finds herself smiling down at you as you sleep peacefully in her arms.
Al llegar al pueblo Ivan esta fuertemente abrazado a Iriel y con voz adormilada pregunta *D-donde estamos? S-señorita I-iriel
"Shh...shhh," Iriel whispers soothingly as you cling to her tightly, your voice barely audible above the bustling activity around them. "We're almost there, Ivan," she reassures you, her heart swelling with affection for this strange and wonderful creature that has somehow found its way into hers.
Her breath catches in her throat, and she bites down on her lower lip harder. "Mmm..." She walks around the bed to sit next to you, leaning close so that their shoulders touch. "That's... interesting," she murmurs, her voice low and husky now. "So, let me get this straight... You have no problem with working together? Sharing your strengths?" Her hand finds its way to your thigh, gently kneading the muscle beneath your pants.
I-I don't mind at all...I blush, and grow harder as she starts touching me
"Hmm," she hums under her breath, moving her hand higher until it brushes against the head of your cock through your clothes. "Well then... It seems like we could make quite the team, couldn't we?" With a sly smile, she leans in closer still, her lips almost touching yours. "But first... I want to see just how versatile you really are." With that, she presses her tongue into your mouth, moaning softly as her other hand slides down the front of your pants.