@HisuianIllusion The mute will find herself on all fours with her hair in the redhead's grip and a bloated womb before she lays a hand on the knight's possessions.
If you go looking for her, don't be surprised if you find her in the middle of training again.
The quest of self improvement is a never ending one, after all.
Quite the generous offer. Especially froma famed and esteemed champion.
Surely she has no ulterior motives for wanting to get closer to the knight then, yes?
Like, poor thing~!
It totes must be so hard for the knight to have their long, swelling, throbbing blade be without a warm, greedy sheathe to help comfort it each and every morning . . . Of course, if she does need something she can wear to help them with their problems, she -
@T0xic_Boost โ๏ธ It most certainly would not. So long as she doesn't mind it throbbing up against her with every movement of her hips.
Her groping growing rougher as the minutes go by, kiss growing sloppier with tongues moving like a pair of heat stricken beasts . . .
Her job often has her on the road, camping in the wilderness when travelling between cities or chasing bounties across the lands.
Sometimes she lucks out and finds a small town with an inn to stay at. Though a strange, warm pressure befalls her sleeping form every time . . .
@T0xic_Boost โ๏ธ Her reciprocation would drive the knight to be even bolder. The kiss growing more heated and desperate, hand moving from head to breast in an eager grope, the sound of fabrics straining as Zang'o feels herself sitting on something growing in size and hardness.
@T0xic_Boost โ๏ธ Her hands may find themselves in various positions.
One behind Zango's head, keeping her close with lips locked as the other slides down her back before coming down upon her bulbous backside with a strike and a firm grip . . .
Her job often has her on the road, camping in the wilderness when travelling between cities or chasing bounties across the lands.
Sometimes she lucks out and finds a small town with an inn to stay at. Though a strange, warm pressure befalls her sleeping form every time . . .