<div class="floatleft">(http://orig00.deviantart.net/d687/f/2017/189/2/1/warren01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfj75q.jpg)</div><strong>Location</strong>: Bar<br/><strong>Company</strong>: Valda<br/><strong>Attire</strong>: Loose Shirt, Brown trousers, Knee high Boots (partially muddy), Belt with pouches, Dark Green traveling cloak<br/><strong>Approachability:</strong>Open to Conversation/interaction. (Possible Wait staff: Chariss, Tristan, Amelia, Kira)<br/><br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Valda was quite right, Warren was not a "Man of Action". He simply did not have the build for it, and he seen many instances where that gotten another in quite a bit of trouble. Like being run out of town by an angry Mob kind of trouble. He had to learn how to use words, and his brain to over come most obstacles than brawn. It didn't mean he was lazy by no means. He simply was "Blessed" with a more athletic frame than a stocky frame.<br/><br/>Warren blinked as Valda called him on his claim, and asked him to "Show Everyone" as she stood up. Yet before he could say anything, He sudden went from seeing Valda, and the surrounding bar to the ceiling with a squawk of surprise. His arms stretching out to arrest his free fall before he banged his head on the floor, or a corner of a table. Yet, Valda would see that he didn't overly hurt himself by catching his collar, knocking an "Oof" from her playmate. Now laying upon the ground, Warren was looking up at the tower Sun kissed Warrior goddess that saw to put her foot upon his chest to pin him to the wooden floor. A hungry grin started to curl at the corner of his lips as he watched her slowly remove her gloves, and toss them near her sword, and followed by her top. Her large beasts seemingly tumbling out from their confinement. Delicious nipples causing Warren's mouth to water. Warren didn't hide his eyes drawing up, and down her form as she removed each article of clothing.<br/><br/>Warren's eyes cast aside for only a second as the Loin cloth fell next his head. For a moment he thought he detected the aroma of Valda's Musk. Though she would pick it up with her foot before he could really decided if that was so, or not. When she told him to let her know if she was being too rough, adding the caveat that if no one was going to take his place that he would have to simply deal with it. Warren chuckled, and grinned up at her. "I'm used to being Manhandled. And I wouldn't trade places with any other right now." He replied<br/><br/>His eyes watched her intently as she stood on either side of his face, and began to squat down before him. Bringing close that delicious pussy that was framed so nicely by her trimmed bush. Her worn rough hands stroking his cheek before moving up into his scalp. His hair would feel soft, and clean. Warren always did try to take Hygiene seriously. Having found it helped to keep him healthy. His chest rose, and fell with deep breathes as he could smell her, and it made his loins burn, and his mouth water even more.<br/><br/>When she patted him on the head, and asked if he was ready, he could barely got a nod out before she closed in on him. Her powerful thighs against his cheeks, the tips of his mustache brushing along her flesh as he raised his head to meet her warm sex.<br/><br/>Valda would feel Warren's hands quickly come up to grasp her tight asscheeks. His strong hands squeezing the muscle and acting as a bit of a stool for her to relax against as he started his act of worship to her pussy. He started off by taking a slow whiff of her musk, his nose nuzzling her bush as his hands started to knead her asscheeks. Taking a second to moisten his lips with his tongue, He started to draw his tongue slowly up, and along her slit. Taking in her tart flavor with a soft groan of approval. His hands pulling on her hips to bring her pussy even closer to his hungry  maw. Warren's tongue sliding up, and down both sides of her lips. Mixing it up with a zigzag pattern as he slowly worked his tongue through her outer lips, and the folds of her inner lips. In His trousers, a large protruding bulge could be seen forming. Though he paid no credence to it at the moment. His sole focus was on this delicious mound before him.<br/><br/>Tilting his head a bit to the side, Warren took a moment to enjoy the feeling of such powerful thighs framing his face, Keeping him right in line with Valda pussy. Warren worked his way slowly, teasingly along Valda's slit. his Tongue writhing, and slithering like a serpent in her lush garden. His own nose drawing in air, and expelling it across her furry mound. Her heady scent intoxicating as his own arousal only grew.  His hands holding onto her hips, and her ass to help support her as He closed his eyes, soft moans of a Man that was thoroughly enjoying this delicious Buffet. He was saving her Pearl for later when he drew up her pleasure even more.