Bekkumat the Operator: Thanks for rushing the dungeon with me!
Bekkumat the Operator: I will reach max level in no time with your help ^o^
*Bekkumat the Operator gracefully bows to Markette the Lady of Fire
Markette the Lady of Fire: No prob lol
Markette the Lady of Fire: That’s what friends are for
*Markette the Lady of Fire blows a kiss to Bekkumat the Operator
Bekkumat the Operator: I want to sell this loot asap but my portals are on CD
Bekkumat the Operator: Can you help?
Markette the Lady of Fire: Nope, all spent lol
Markette the Lady of Fire: Wanna rp?
*Markette the Lady of Fire winks at Bekkumat the Operator
Bekkumat the Operator: That’s lame, I just wanna hit baddies
Markette the Lady of Fire: Come on, it will be fun
Markette the Lady of Fire: I promise lol
Markette the Lady of Fire: Just a few minutes
Bekkumat the Operator: OK, but I won’t call you Lady
Bekkumat the Operator: That’s lame
*Markette the Lady of Fire smiles
Markette the Lady of Fire: Oook
Markette the Lady of Fire: Let me start lol
*Markette the Lady of Fire laughs at the corpse of the fallen dragon, Eustrathiamolundsius the Incinerator
Markette the Lady of Fire: This, young Bekkumat, is the way a true warrior vanquishes her foes
*Markette the Lady of Fire laughs out loud
*Markette the Lady of Fire flexes her muscles
Markette the Lady of Fire: Let’s celebrate our victory, my friend!
*Markette the Lady of Fire magically changes her battleworn armor into a fancy nightdress that perfectly fits her strong yet feminine body
Markette the Lady of Fire: Dance with me, beastman.
Bekkumat the Operator: Nope
Markette the Lady of Fire: Come on, you promised
*Markette the Lady of Fire gracefully beckons Bekkumat the Operator
Bekkumat the Operator: No
*Markette the Lady of Fire starts dancing, swaying her hips with mesmerising motions
Markette the Lady of Fire: Dance or forget about raiding tomorrow
Bekkumat the Operator: All right, all right
*Bekkumat the Operator starts dancing
Markette the Lady of Fire: Dress properly, dear, this is a celebration
Markette the Lady of Fire: You cannot dance properly wearing such a heavy plate armor, surely
Bekkumat the Operator: Jeez, OK
*Bekkumat the Operator changes into a suit
*Bekkumat the Operator dances with Markette the Lady of Fire
Markette the Lady of Fire: Thank you for joining, my friend
*Markette the Lady of Fire admires the way the suit complements the powerful, bulky build of her companion and smiles
Markette the Lady of Fire: Your training has gone a long way since I met you, Bekkumat
Markette the Lady of Fire: You have grown stronger
Bekkumat the Operator: Thanks
Bekkumat the Operator: brb, bio break. Continue without me.
*Bekkumat the Operator continues dancing
Markette the Lady of Fire: OK, as you wish
*Markette the Lady of Fire moves closer to Bekkumat the Operator without interrupting her sensual dance
Markette the Lady of Fire: I’ve always admired the strength and vitality of your people
*Markette the Lady of Fire puts her hands on Bekkumat’s muscular chest and continues dancing
Markette the Lady of Fire: I have always wanted to know you better, my friend
Markette the Lady of Fire: I’ve grown fond of your brutish but brave behaviour
*Markette the Lady of Fire sweetly caresses the huge hands of the beastman and carefully moves them towards her well-sculpted behind, slowing down the tempo of their dance
*Markette the Lady of Fire starts whispering to Bekkumat the Operator
Markette the Lady of Fire: I had a dream recently
Markette the Lady of Fire: We were alone, like now, enjoying a well-earned respite after hours of questing
Markette the Lady of Fire: We were sweaty and covered in the dirt of the road and the blood of our enemies
Markette the Lady of Fire: When we found a secluded spring in a nearly-forgotten mountain trail, far from civilisation
Markette the Lady of Fire: I promptly took off my battle garb
*Markette the Lady of Fire undoes a knot in the back of her dress with a swift gesture and lets her dress fall to the ground, completely exposing her beautiful pale blue body
*Markette the Lady of Fire takes her companion’s hands and guides them over her unexpectedly smooth scar-covered skin
Markette the Lady of Fire: Then I helped removing your heavy armor
*Markette the Lady of Fire starts undressing Bakkumat the Operator, who seems to be paralysed, savouring each step of the act
Markette the Lady of Fire: And I noticed something growing in your pants
*Markette the Lady of Fire very unceremoniously slides her three-fingered hand inside Bekkumat the Operator’s trousers, feeling the expanding shape of his prodigiously proportioned phallus
*Markette the Lady of Fire whistles
Markette the Lady of Fire: But I clearly underestimated you in my dreams
*Markette the Lady of Fire kneels in front of Bekkumat the Operator and pulls down his pants, revealing the massive member of the warrior
Markette the Lady of Fire: Oh, my
*Markette the Lady of Fire lasciviously licks her lips and starts massaging the hairy beastman’s increasingly tumescent meatpole until it turns into a stone-hard throbbing schlong, almost as long as her forearm and twice as thick as she expected
Markette the Lady of Fire: I see you have already reached max level down here
*Markette the Lady of Fire’s face and eyes light with anticipation
Markette the Lady of Fire: But I’m up for the challenge
*Markette the Lady of Fire grips Bekkumat the operator’s shaft with one of her hands, gets up and passionately kisses the beastman, grinding her naked athletic body against the warrior’s muscular frame and slowly pushing him down until her herculean partner is lying down on the dungeon’s floor, his impressive boner stoically pointing towards the cavernous ceiling like a defiant spear
*Markette the Lady of Fire, burning with desire, straddles over her friends body and mounts Bekkumat the Operator, sliding her moist and well-trimmed vertical smile up and down the full length of the mighty warrior’s pole
*Markette the Lady of Fire gets into a frenzy-like frantic rhythm, accelerating her movements and howling like a maniac as she grips her companions abundant chest fur, almost pulling it off
*Markette the Lady of Fire bites Bekkumat the Operator’s lips, almost tearing a chunk off, crazy with excitement, as she pushes her body down on the tip of the horny horned beastman’s dick until she manages to slide the glans into her dripping wet pussy
*Markette the Lady of Fire starts riding Bekkumat the Operator’s dong as if she was trying to tame a wild mustang, despite being barely able to fit its generous girth inside her welcoming love cave
*Markette the Lady of Fire’s fiery lovemaking pushes the usually submissive Bekkumat the Operator closer and closer to climax and the beastman, unable to control himself, puts his huge hands on the slim waist and firm buttocks of the amazon and starts desperately thrusting his mighty member inside his partner
Markette the Lady of Fire: Yes, yes! Fuck me harder Bekkumat!
*Bekkumat the Operator kisses Markette the Lady of Fire, burying his tongue into his lover’s mouth as he cums
*Markette the Lady of Fire returns the kiss as a geyser-like explosion of thick hot jizz fills her insides, unexpectedly reaching orgasm herself as the walls of her inner palace tremble with each quaking discharge from the warrior’s powerful battering ram
*Markette the Lady of Fire rolls to a side and rests her head on Bakkumat the Operator’s massive shoulder, still reeling from the force of their climaxes, while a constant stream of his jizz slowly drips from her gaping pussy
Markette the Lady of Fire: Glad you joined in at the end, but your prose needs a bit more work
Bekkumat the Operator: Mark, you are a pervert!
Markette the Lady of Fire: What does that make you?
Bekkumat the Operator: F you, Mark!
Markette the Lady of Fire: You wish ;)
Markette the Lady of Fire: Same time tomorrow?
Bekkumat the Operator: …
Bekkumat the Operator: OK
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