<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c8/Phelypsis.jpg)</div><br/>Phelypsis wrestles. Rawr!<br/>At 2017-01-22 15:52:55, Phelypsis (uid: 29273) rolls: 2d6a3 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=99333)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Burissest trying to tip toe made Phelypsis' smile taint with a good bit of smugness. This sort of straightforward honesty coming from someone who she knew wouldn't break easily Phelypsis could handle. The naughty promise of a  ride spread a healthy blush on her cheeks and ears, and she wasn't even looking down yet to notice the smith's extra package!t?  "Pffft! Go ahead! If you win that is. I don't see that happening!" Nuria really wasn't helping. The little godlike chirping of mating and such threw Phelypsis off a little. The little spank left her butt jiggling for a moment and drew Phelypsis' lips to a small pout.<em>Endowed? </em>Curious, her eyes ventured down, noticing the cock.<br/><br/><em>So that's where the scent came from?</em>The sight got her loins preparing 'for the worst', blood rushed to her nether, filling it with heat. Still, it felt right. For once in ages she didn't need to fear if she was doing the right thing or accidentally trampling or raping the villager citizens by getting horny and handy with them. Burissest was an Andra and clearly a well educated one - she could do a little friendly chat. Phelypsis tried her best to look as unimpressed as possible at the smith's boasts, though couldn't quite hide her amusement at her description of the men's fate. "Pah, your stories say nothing to me. We will see about your strength and then<strong> I</strong>will judge your steel."<br/><br/>Phelypsis agreed with the smith's observation of the human settlement, grinning with her eyes. "Nuhhuh, it's really difficult to deal with them. You have to be careful all the time and always afraid of what they think and if you did something wrong. It is nice to see someone from the Wilds," she agreed, and watched the greeting go on, noting how Burissest seemed to handle apologies as smoothly as real tonwpeople?!<em>Impressive. How can she be such an expert?</em>Her gaze naturally wandered downward towards the smith's gorgeous erection. Phelypsis could already feel the familiar wetness growing. A part of her already wondered if she should just pretend to lose - perhaps Burissest would actually ride her like she promised. The fantasy sent a tingle down her cunny.<br/><br/>"Hmuh?" The floppy ears flapped up when Burissest spoke to her again. "Wrestling?" The grin returned to her too. The poke elicited a hearty chuckle out of her as if pressing a switch, "Hah! I thought you would back down. Good! I was looking for a challenge." Phelypsis began to instinctively follow in suit, pulling off the scarf and letting her breasts out into the freedom as she followed the smith, occasionally eyeing the weapons and armor she had made, though mostly keeping her sights locked on the firm rear before her. At the ring she placed her beloved scarf on one of the spears and began pulling off the pants. The week or so of adventure had made Phelypsis' bum and thighs to be at their firmest, yet they still had enough squishiness left to conceal the thick muscles visible everywhere else on her body.<br/><br/>None of the shame that had infuriated Nuria before was visible anymore. This was the same Phelypsis that swun sword half naked, diligently greasing every nook and cranny of her body in an unknowingly erotic fashion that looked almost deliberate. She went up from feet to legs, pushing into her soft thighs and butt, smearing it into every crack (except the already lubricated one), and continued to lather her abs and breasts until the red skin glistened with shine in the gentle orange warmth of the forge.<br/><br/>Done, Phelypsis took her position at the opposite end of the ring and fell into a stance; knees bent, head forward and arms up - ready to grope. Her tufted tail swooshed around in slooow circles and a confident smile decorated her lips. "You can still back down. There won't be any mercy even if you have the disadvantage of an extra point to leverage from," Phelypsis pointed out, quickly darting her eyes to Burissest's cock and back to the lime eyes. Really though, it was a ruse. If there here was such thing as backing down after accepting or issuing a challenge it had long since been buried in the forgotten and forbidden by the Andra.<br/><br/>Phelypsis didn't wait for an answer, but made her move. She charged towards Burissest, keeping her body low, wrapping her arms around the slender Andra's waist and hugging tight where the smith was narrowest. Her grip wouldn't slip then as she leaned back and pulled Burissest down into the ground with her weight, flipping and rolling so that she landed on top of the steel worker. "Huff...  phuhh... hahh, he-he-he...  b-bit and bridle? On me? With that strength?"