<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/93c9/i/2005/168/0/0/white_mage_under_the_robe_v__3_by_hoihoisan.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sara<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Manshealed Park - chapel room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Crorn, Akonoh<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Sara blushed. Rosy-cheeked, she clasped her hands and bowed her head before Crorn, which made him tower over her all the more. “Our lord is...quite right, is always, I must admit,” she said, tilting her bowed head to address Akonoh, “I am remiss in not yet taking confession myself, and...perhaps leading by example is how I might best teach you of its importance, and show you the goddess’s loving light.”<br/><br/>“And,” she put hand on Akonoh’s shoulder - which, as she spoke, began to slide and drift a little bit until it was somewhere between ‘clasping a shoulder’ and ‘groping a breast’ - and added, “And the grail is...well, we have better things to do with it than water or mead. I believe our lord has more divine sorts of libations in mind, and we must do our best to fill the grail as we fulfill our holy purpose...”<br/><br/>She took the indicated grail, and held it in both her palms, with her fingers fanning out to either side. She fell to her knees upon the prayer pillow, and let her body sway about, the grail swaying above her head in raised arms. Her eyes went half lidded, and she chanted in the manner of one drugged on religious fervor. And-or, drugged on plain ol’ drugs.<br/><br/>“Ohhh, hear me goddess,” she bobbed and bowed her head repeatedly as she spoke, although given where Crorn stood, she seemed to be bowing and praying to and addressing him as much as the statue at the back of the chapel, “Give your vessel the wisdom and strength to show other healers the true path to serving their warriors well. Forgive this one for sliding back in her own duties as healed and buffer, and for her spam of Holy spells in this raid. This one knows ‘tis not her true place to play the part of battle-sorceress hurling magic damage at the snouts of dragons. This one’s true place is to heal, and to buff, and to protect and strength brave warriors, and to serve them well. Show this one a sign as to how she might do penance!”<br/><br/>Her eyes closed now, Sara lowered the golden grail down over her own face and body. Her lips slid upon and kissed it on the way by. She shuddered as the metal rim brushed over her white round breasts, causing nipples to perk up and harden in the passing. She shuddered at the sensation, and bit her lip, and moaned a bit under her breath. She lowered the grail yet further, down a flat belly clad, as were her breasts, in translucent corset-like white lingerie. Then the metal lip of the grail caressed her inner thighs, and the feminine delta between. Sara threw back her head, red hair tossing about. She moaned, “Show this one a sign…”<br/><br/>She bent forward, one hand still upon the grail yet angled now to cup against her own loins, the fingers moving and working a bit. The other hand she threw up, and waved it in the air in the manner of one in religious rapture. Or some kind of rapture. The hand flew forward, and hooked on the front of the belt of Crorn. Sara’s mouth began to water, and as her hand drifted a bit lower on Crorn, she abruptly cried out in erotic exultation.<br/><br/>Her mouth was not the only thing to water. She was apparently anointing the golden bowl of the grail with a torrential measure of her own sweet-scented nectars of feminine ecstasy. Her whole body quivered, inner thighs tight around the sides of the grain bowl, and she moaned out with zero indication of any sort of shyness or shame. Also, as it happened, the stone chapel had rather interesting acoustics programmed in, allowing her voice to echo and bounce around and carry rather well throughout the first floor of her cottage.<br/><br/>Sara popped up to her feet. “I have seen the light!” Her eyes flew open, and the hand that had been on Crorn, in a rather particular manner, now flew up to her own face. She slid the hand over her own chin and mouth, in the manner of one savoring a feast, and she shuddered again in arousal.<br/><br/>She spun about - her eyes now blazing lucid and focused, no longer dreamy and meditative like during her prayer the moment before. She focused her gaze on Akonoh, and smiled at her, her face warming and glowing with affection and arousal. She placed a hand in the back of the other girl’s hair - and lifted the grail toward Akonoh’s lips. Sara spoke, her voice musical and chanting, her eyes ablaze with fervor and lust, “Drink, my daughter, drink of the goddess’s wisdom, and you will understand how you too will come to fill the grail with wisdom of your own.”<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn3-www.mandatory.com/assets/uploads/2016/09/Screen-Shot-2016-09-26-at-12.42.09-PM.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Samantha<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Samantha's "studio"<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>her viewing public<br/><hr/><br/>The boudoir was heavy on rich shades of velvety red, especially the satin sheets of the bed, but the room was overstuffed with not-necessarily-seductive kitsch as well. The clutter was heavy on 80's-and 90's-referencing posters and knickknacks: a Conan the Barbarian poster with the cheesecake clinging to the beefcake’s leg in classic Boris Vallejo fashion, several Madonna- and Britney-Spears-inspired outfits visible through an ajar closet door, and action figures of Slave Leia and She-Ra engaged in some sort of...well maybe it was just a wrestling match.<br/><br/>Samanthe Brae reclined against satin red pillows and her headboard. She was wearing a VR visor, haptic gloves….and...not much else. Just sparkling golden star nipple stickers, and a pair of white panties so wet they were practically translucent now. The garment appeared to be some sort of ‘smart panties’, with an RFID chip that had a little green ‘on’ light lit up, and some sort of video game controller like ‘rumble back’ functionality. And they were currently rumbling.<br/><br/>A camera on a tripod faced the bed. It, too, had a little light indicating it was on and rolling. Samantha’s setup right now meant that viewers couldn’t actually see or hear what Samantha herself was experiencing in-game, a confession she usually made for the privacy of other players (with some<em>extremely</em>noteable exceptions she'd arranged with certain members of her in-game 'friends list' in the past, especially those who were fellow camgirls...events that usually brought record viewer counts). But then again, that’s not really what her viewers were here to see, they were more interested in the player than the game.<br/><br/>Samantha arched her back, golden star covered nipples jutting towards her ceiling (which, incidentally, also had a bunch of glow in the dark star stickers). Samantha was moaning, “...and to serve them well. Show this one a sign as to how she might do penance!”<br/><br/>A haptic-glove hand clapped over her snapper, joining the rumble-panties in augmenting her virtual experience with some very personalized haptic feedback. Samantha’s back arched higher (as did her live viewer count), and she moaned out in orgasm, and flushed her panties so thoroughly it was a wonder she didn’t short circuit the electronics.