<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/689220636480110605/1018905756562636900/pally_lady_2.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ionli (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=345576.msg16288973#msg16288973)<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Aasimar<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Cleric of War<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer<br/><hr/><br/>Ionli was definitely enjoying "measuring" Serana's bussom, giving them a very thorough exploration.  Her fingers, rough and calloused from her work with a sword and in the forge, sank deep into the pillowy flesh.  Gods, they were like warm marshmallows.  She wanted a taste.  The aasimar leaned over and wrapped her mouth around one beautifully pink nipple, suckling like a hungry babe as she looked up into the blonde's flushed face.  She only released it with a wet pop when she was asked just how thorough she planned on being.<br/><br/>"As thorough as possible," she replied huskily, releasing one of the princess's breasts to slowly trail down to between her legs.  "I need to measure every last part of you."  She traced the puffy outer lips teasingly.  "So we're sure of what will fit."  She dipped her middle finger inside, gently pushing in as deep as it would reach.  "And what you'll be comfortable in."  She pulled it back out till just the tip was within the hot confines of Serana's pussy, then pushed in again, licking her lips as the wet heat welcomed her finger eagerly.  "In fact," she said, withdrawing her finger carefully, "I think I should take a closer look."  Now, kneeling in full plate armor wasn't the most comfortable of experiences, but in this case Ionli was more than willing to face a little discomfort.  So she knelt down in front of Serana and found herself looking right at her most sacred place, spreading the outer petals and inhaling deeply.  She smelled incredible.  "Now to take the measurements."  She leaned in and lapped at the exposed flesh within, tongue tracing and probing experimentally to see what worked and what didn't, what would make the princess really squirm and moan for her.  "Sho sweet," she murmured into her muff, lewd wet noises filling the changing room as she worked to "measure" her.