<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qvQdg7X.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Falgrim Runeforged (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2538176)</strong></span><br/>Dwarven Artificer(Armorer) lvl 3<br/><strong>Hp:</strong>26/26<strong>AC:</strong>19<strong>Passive perception:</strong>13<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>1st:</strong> 0/3 used</div></div><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>The dwarf moaned lightly as the satyr went on with his teasing, that little performance that focused on his throbbing dwarven shaft. Turgid and dripping a salty pre-cum to dance on the satyrs tongue as he peeled his foreskin back, revealing the plump head of the artificers tool. About to answer the satyrs question he let out a almost pained gasp as the male took his weapon to the hilt in one forceful downward stroke. He groaned lightly as that tight throat gripped his throbbing member and his gently stroking fingers turned into a forceful grip on the young males head."Fuck lad, warn me next time." he kept him pressed to his groin, the satyrs nose buried in the thick bush of the dwarf before he shifted his grip to the horns of the satyr.<br/><br/>Any other time he would have pulled the satyr away, take his time and let things go at a moderate pace, but tonight his mind was addled, his inhibition's loosed and any restraint he might have once had is left to the winds of the feywild. A grin spread on his face as he glanced at mae, seemingly enchanted by the sight "Glad ta see ye be enjoyin' tha show lass. Watch this." he said simply as he started to thrust his hips into Drips mouth, the firm grip on his horns providing the perfect handlebar for leverage to face fuck the horny little satyr.