<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://puu.sh/o69Lc.jpg)<br/><strong>Nuria (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/Delvers_Company_Characters#Nuria)</strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Race:</strong> Godlike   <strong>Class:</strong> Immolator Custom (https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/9699466/Immolator-custom-v1.1.pdf)</div></div>Nuria offered the barbarian a lazy grin in response to her question that, in the candle-light, look quite seductive. Especially so when Ayca's ruby-red lips suddenly appeared to lay claim to her cheek, her chin, her nose. "Three total," she said as she leaned into the redhead, "or we'll never get this done. So best make up your mind or a greedy witch might use them all up."<br/><br/>Of course, since Phelypsis had already decided to let the fair barmaid go first, her using up the first wish wasn't too big a problem, but with the mischievous expressions the fiery Nuria and the impish Ayca were sharing it was more than likely that any wishes between them would involve the Anda warrior as well.<br/><br/>When the demoness' strong hands first reached  Nuria's back, it arched, responding to the red-skinned fingers like an instrument eager to be played. But on the front end Ayca was already handling the Godlike woman's firm breasts. Soft handfuls that would never hang pendulous like those on Phel (which Nuria expected to push into her back any time now once the demon's instincts  started to run away from her) but were sensitive and eager to be grasped. Her new piercings caused them to stiffen more easily, which was exactly what she had gotten them for -- that and the fact that she liked how they heated up when she was on fire. They poked out towards Ayca and as Nuria's breathing deepened were practically pushed towards her, begging to be pinched or teased by her skillful fingers.<br/><br/>"Mmmm," Nuria purred, her voice roughened by her growing arousal. The paint warmed up quickly against her heated skin, but it still caused her develop goosebumps as she gazed deep into Ayca's eyes. "But no need to rush," she continued her earlier advice. "It's still ear--- hhhh --- ly." Those hands suddenly grabbing her buttocks interrupted her and she drew in a sharp breath, barely squeaking out the last word still. Almost, almost she leaned right into her wicked assailant, but she still had enough presence of mind to remember that she was being painted and supposed to suffer their administrations and teasing instead.<br/><br/>Her lips curled into a lustful, entirely unabashed grin as those hands left their imprint on her ass-cheeks. The room seemed to be growing warmer with every moment and after taking another shuddering breath, she made certain to keep things moving. "I'll hear the first wish now."<br/>