Priestess, the bandits are all very taken by your appearance.  You are a very comely female, and your stunning appearance is made more profound in your passionate throes.  The three have admired you from afar for two hours, and continue to respect and admire your beauty and sexuality.  One of the men has even regained an ounce of virility after being impotent for nearly two decades because of you, Priestess.<br/><br/>You may submit questions to the GM within the confines of your post, and need not PM me with questions.  To answer your query, the three men are all of an advanced age.  One is in his sixties, while the other two are in their fifties.  They are all gray-haired and balding, with pock-filled skin and missing teeth.  The men are unclean, and one even has severe eczema that blotches his face and forearms quite radiantly.  Their garb is torn and muddy, and it too has not been washed in a very long time.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Priestess, you will find that Sir Edwyn is, depending to your preference, either an abominable or a gifted kisser.  He locked lips in the same manner that he did everything:  furiously.  Your ploy to daze the bandits with your gorgeous tits worked well.  Ms. Eisley, who had been observing Sir Edwyn's large shaft entering into your lovely clam quite closely, understood what was needed to be done.  She retrieved Sir Edwyn's great sword and tossed it towards Sir Edwyn, who caught the blade by the handle and held the heavy sword aloft without a problem.  He eased himself out of your tight pussy, and rose from his knees and to his full height of 6'11.  His large member, so hard that the flesh around his shaft threatened to split, swayed from side to side as he leveled his long blade before him in a defensive posture.<br/><br/>"All right, you fuckers," Sir Edwyn explained,  "I'm going to have your skulls as cups!"<br/><br/>Ms. Eisley chuckled, and lethargically stood up beside her companion and adventuring colleague.<br/><br/>"My, Sir Edwyn!" cried Ms. Eisley.   "You needn't add insult to injury."  She then leaned her head against Sir Edwyn's hip, looking longingly towards the bandits.   "I'm certain that you gentlemen don't want to die, do you?  Sir Edwyn has killed very many men, you know.  He's quite good at it."<br/><br/>"Three against one, miss," replied the eldest bandit.   "We caution you to stand back.  We do not intend to hurt you."<br/>