<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/05/80/0d/05800da63394cebd024020d687bbe7cf.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Tamaa ya Hamu (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2444194)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Human Female Archer</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>48/48<br/><strong>AC:</strong>17<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+1<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Faru ibn'Jalal,<br/><hr/><br/>Many factors come to play at that moment Faru erupted and began ejaculating thick long globs of his semen into her.   One the wish they were both totally naked.   That it was about to end all to soon.   As the heat of his semen triggered her own orgasm.  It washes over her, he feel her thighs that wrap around his waist trembling uncontrollably involuntarily.  She cries out his name as her hands reach up and her fingers rake through his unruly mane of hair.   "Faru!"  She need not say anything more it is said with deep compassion. That speaks volumes to the knight.   While the one factor that played the strongest in the moment, urgency lurks still as the come to culmination of their tryst.<br/><br/>Other factors equally important but not readily to the forefront of thought.   Faru had not slipped on a sheep skin.   Tamaa had no special herbs,  she had run out a while back.  It didn't matter, the truth is one where she might not have taken the herbs.   Yet they're so different.   He above her in every way.  A noble in truth,  one who volunteered for his position bodyguard to the royal family.   While she not but a lowly nomad and a mere conscript.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>GM Notice:<br/></strong>