<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/50/D0fa12d82eca190c97ebd1d23f5ea370.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Argosh Crorn<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Manshealed Park<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sara<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ray desperately tried to contain a laugh as he saw the cup slapped from Sara's hand, spiralling through the air towards Reign. He had a role to play in this elaborate dance they had all put on for their own perverse pleasure, and it wouldn't serve to ruin it. It was undeniably funny though. It was clear Akonoh would need a lot of work integrating her into the twisted culture they had all designed for inside this simulated haven, he saw Seretti snatch up Akonoh out of the shrine, and was sure that she would do a fine job of providing a full introduction to Akonoh of all the features this world had to offer. He remembered fondly the first time he experienced the adult side of Ameria, he had to admit, more than the questing and adventures, it was the thing that really got him hooked. No doubt he wasn't the only one.<br/><br/>He looked down at the little white mage healer still left in the shrine, whose plans had certainly gone more than a little awry. Sara was one of his favourite healers to play with, she was so diligent to her character, to training new healers and serving the other characters in the party. Crorn stepped out and retrieved the grail that had gone flying into Sara's living room, the cup was still glistening with a few stray beads of her juices that remained clinging to the metal. He smiled to Sara, reaching out with his large greenish-yellow hand, stroking his fingers through her hair. "It seems like failing to keep our newest healers under control should be added to your list of penance". He said teasingly, holding out the grail with his other hand.  "Now, I believe your offering to the gods needs to be refilled. Perhaps a tank might be able to make an offering as well. With your help of course."<br/><br/>Crorn had no knowledge of the show that Samantha put on outside of the fictional world of Ameria that was exciting so many of her viewers, but no doubt his character would help make those rumble pads work overtime inside of her holy shrine. Crorn loomed over the young white mage, reaching for the belt that held his loincloth together, slowly unbuckling it. He held the edges of the cloth, slowly lowering it down, revealing inch by inch the thick orcish rod he had spent so long designing in the character creator. He hadn't been above shifting some of the size sliders to maximum, imbuing it with a thick heft, shaping the attractive round head and thick veins that ran along the length.<br/><br/>He was putting on a show for Sara, stretching out time as he slowly revealed it from the base, eventually the cock sprung free from the loincloth, standing erect, facing directly towards her kneeling body. He took her hand, wrapping it around the grail before directing the cup to his tip. Thick pre-cum dripped from the end, sliding down the inside edge of the object to pool at the bottom alongside what remained of her juices.<br/><br/>"Why don't you fill her up, and make penance for your failings on our mission today. After all, only by serving your tanks can you make your god happy." He teased back, enjoying getting equally into character while playing with the attractive healer.<br/>