<strong>Ashara</strong><br/><br/>The fighter liked what he saw, and liked what he heard even more. Without another word he started unclasped his leather armor, unfastened the straps the held the pieces on and slipped out of it, only wearing a sleeveless tunic under it to protect from friction. He got out of that as well soon enough, as well as throwing his bracers aside, leaving him in his trousers. He looked at her eyes and seeing the fun she was having decided to play the game to the end, unfastening his breeches and stepping out of them, his magnificent physique fully coming into view. His well-toned athletic body was covers in stains of dirt and sweat, but such was expected from a fighter on the training grounds. His manhood was already hardening, as the gown the priestess wore left little . but just enough to the imagination.<br/>"I can't say I hate this, even though I lost." he mused running his fingers down the gorgeous woman's sides an eyeing her hungrily, looking for  the right spot on her smooth skin to start teasing with his lips. Eventually he started at the nape of her neck, trailing kisses to her collar bone, then along it, leaving hot, wet marks as he slowly went further down towards her generous breasts, his hands and fingers caressing her back while he focused on her front.