<b><span style="font-size: 18px">Yartar Cart and Barge - Hand of Yartar Guildhall</span></b><span style="font-size: 15px"><a class="username" data-user-id="5587" data-username="@ChrisGabriel" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/5587/">@ChrisGabriel</a> <br/>
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Alma sat and enjoyed the interaction of her two guests.  Both were quite attractive though so very different in personalities and experiences.  She didn't stay passive for too long though as she stood and approached the two women.  Curious she looked behind Tathariel's back, enjoying the view and also noting she seemed to have her hands nearly free, a fact her two younger thieves seemed to miss.  As the alchemist toyed with the elf, Alma took the toy from her and pressed it against Betty's lips.  "Best to warm it a bit I think."  She suggested as she took a handful of Betty's hair and then pressed the phallus into her mouth.  <br/>
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She allowed the alchemist's hands free reign of the elf's body as she stroked and twisted the phallus into her mouth.  Only after several moments of this did she slip it out and then press it to the elf's nether lips.  Alma's experience and her own dexterity gave her a gentle touch as she spread Tathariel's inner lips and pressed the toy to her opening.  She rocked it gently even giving it a slight twist.  Betty's healing salve had done wonders to heal the elf's earlier usage and to lubricate her even if not fully necessary.  <br/>
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As the toy slid into Tathariel, Alma fingered her clit to full arousal before nestling the arm of the phallus firmly against her sensitive nub.  "I think that should do, she said with a smile then led Betty back to the table for them to enjoy a small meal as they watched the elf perform.  The music started, a lively tune with frequent C sharps to make the phallus shudder intensely against the suspended thief's clit and deep into her core.  </span>