<div class="floatleft">(http://orig00.deviantart.net/065f/f/2017/187/5/9/august01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfdsq3.jpg)</div><em><sup><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Location: Lone table<br/>Company: Elora<br/>Attire: glasses, sleeveless shirt, belts, baggy trousers (hard-on visible :P ), armored boots, armored gloves <br/>Approachability: Just plain busy. </span></sup></em><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Resisting was a concept fleeing from August's mind with every passing second, and by now the mere word was somewhere out on the horizon. She had definitely seen the stiff length tenting his pants, it'd been impossible to miss, just like her peering down at it was. That simple act made something in the book-centric mage...thrilled. It didn't matter how many tomes he needed to read, alchemical ingredients he had to find...there were just some things that you don't turn away from, and he knew (with a degree of pleasure) that this was one of them.<br/><br/><strong>"Yes, the oils have...many uses, most of them beneficial."</strong>Her touch on his hand was electric, her voice like a siren's...that heady scent of hers spurred him further and further into oblivion, and August had forgotten what he was supposed to be studying. He couldn't recall ever feeling this turned on before in his life. He was certain she'd just caught him looking at her deep cleavage just now, too, but no reprimands or insults came.<br/><br/><strong>"Well, Elora...you say, any hungers?"</strong>He'd just ate...it wasn't hard to guess what she was implying, but it never hurt to confirm regardless. Horny as he was, he still had reservations--self-conscious of his lack of social experience, the last thing he wanted to do was treat someone to an unpleasant incident based on a misunderstanding. Then again, she'd<em>stared</em>straight at his dick without the slightest sign of reproach, disgust, or surprise. And there could be no mistaking what was happening in the background of the tavern. August gave his book one last look, let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, and flipped it shut. He chose his next words carefully, and though his flustered condition was a dead giveaway, he at least kept his voice even.<strong>"I've sated one, but as you see, not the other...are you saying you will help?"</strong>The mage's hands were empty now, tense with the thought of filling them with the seductive woman's huge, inviting breasts...kissing her...Gods, he wanted to be inside her. This all felt like a fever dream, as the last of his inhibitions were crumbling like castle walls.<br/><br/>Another moment and he might just...<em>go</em>for it. Asking forgiveness later instead of permission now.