<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://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6a/Immolator-custom-v1.1.pdf)   <strong>HP</strong>: 21/21<hr/></div></div>The slap to her own tight ass sent a shiver through Nuria as she glanced back, gracing the cocky demon with a lusty bite of her bottom lip before she went over to give Phelypsis her own swat. She had half a mind to pounce the smith then and there, her emotions already running dangerously high with the heat   of the place, but she retained enough respect for her Anda friend to let them go through their customs and challenge first. And there was that hearth with her name on it to lounge in.<br/><br/>Nuria watched the two of them from her vantage point inside the flames, a lazy little smile spreading on her lips as the two of them got naked and oiled up. Her favorite voluptuous barbarian and another steel-bodied Anda. She hadn't gotten enough of a look to tell if Burissest had both kinds of genitals down there, but the one she could see was a beautiful and burly dark red cock that was nearly as impressive as that of the bugbear she'd lit up a few days ago -- and the complete package was a whole lot more attractive.<br/><br/>Between Phelpysis and Burissest, they had muscle for days -- and when they finally came together, straining against each other with all that was big and powerful about them, Nuria was starting to consider tending to the slowly growing ache down in her nethers. Her fluids were sizzling in the fire as they dripped away from the thin leather cover that protected her 'modesty' -- apparently once they parted from her flesh they lost their immunity to the heat, even if they were her own fluids.<br/><br/>The sound reminded her of something, however -- as always, her clothes weren't part of the whole immunity thing and her leathers were only fire<em>resistant</em>. The hearth was way too much for them! And indeed, she already noticed a faint smell as the surface of her 'armor' started to blacken --<br/><br/>Just as Phel tackled down her opponent, two bits of leather were casually flung out of the hearth -- Nuria's breast cups. A third followed shortly after, the bits of string and thin leather piece that covered her privates. All three of them looked a bit charred but luckily still intact.<br/><br/>Now naked, Nuria pursed her lips in annoyance. Perhaps she really should start to care at least a little about money -- a new set of leathers that were<em>actually</em>immune to fire would be nice. But costly. Very costly, as were all things magical. Or maybe she could talk to that dragon-scholar fellow they had encountered at that drinking contest awhile back, even if they hadn't parted on the best of terms . His kind usually had some ideas about where to find rare and mystical items.<br/><br/>Of course, remembering that contest brought back more pleasant memories about all those burly males that had gathered afterwards for her to celebrate with -- again and again until she was finally sated. For awhile, at least.<br/><br/>Those thoughts and the sight before her finally did the trick -- with a soft sigh the Godlike shifted her position on the coals so she could reach and began to tease her wet folds, her face poking out as she stared at the contest with a flushed expression. Her breath quickened as she began to finger herself, eyes drooping into a half-lidded look of lascivious appreciation.<br/>