<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b7/9b/88/b79b881e3957f8dd1e6df9101dd9a553.jpg)</div>Walfaerd's eyebrows raise as she hears how Deisres is speaking with her teammate and then again as she is offered a branding. She pulls back and tosses her hair with a shake of her head, "You keep the goods and the coin flowing, and you've a bargain." Already wetness is dripping down from her chin and a lustful gleam has come to her eye. She shifts her weight as she feels the demon's tail rubbing against her crotch and quickly reaches down with one hand to unbuckle her belt, giving a little view of the guard's lack of undergarments. She puts a hand each on Deisres and Yva's thighs and then all but shouts out, "Oh shit, Roceran! That half-wit, shit for brains, poisonous snake! Remember he kept trying to get you to show him the cart last Winter? I'd bet my leg it's that son-of-a-bitch."<br/><br/>She leans back very slightly with a pleased look on her face, feeling that she's blown this thing wide open. Then she feels the stroke of Deisres and Yva's tails wrapped together worming into her leather pants. A gasp escapes from her and she shudders forward, leaning into their legs for a moment. "Mmm, fuck," she murmers out as she feels them push into her. Her back straightens for a moment and she lets out a gasp, her pussy wet and ready for the twin-tails. "Gods take me," she gasps out as she leans back forward to Deisres's sex, putting her tongue back to work. Her hands stroke up Deisres and Yva's thighs, quickly beginning to stroke and massage their pussy lips with her thumbs while reaching underneath to give a little push of her finger between their asscheeks.