<a class="username" data-user-id="24928" data-username="@Illven" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/24928/">@Illven</a><br/><br/><b>White Winged Griffon - Private Room</b><br/><br/>As Aerendyl recited the superior virtues of female companionship, Nareen stepped back and slid her dress strap and blouse off one shoulder and pulled her arm from the sleeve.  One full globe became visible to the elf, a large dark nipple capping the pale mound.  She then shrugged her other shoulder free until dress and top fell to her waist.  She returned to the elf saying "I think you are a<i>very </i>good priestess" as she again embraced her.  She placed a hand in the elf's pink hair and pulled her face into her bosom.  "Like this?"  She asked, rubbing her full, firm breasts against Aerendyl's face.  She brushed the elf's soft lips with a hardened nipple, encouraging her to suckle at it.<br/><br/>"Let me see if I happen to have a little bit of rope."  She then said after giving the elf a taste of her fullness.  She did indeed happen to have rope, a fair amount more than one might think a poor village girl might have.  "We sometimes need it to cross the great river in the spring."  She said as if to explain its presence among her otherwise meager belongings.