<div class="floatleft">(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/30738236/Arpee/Elliquiy/Prima1Bust.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Prima (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=10001) - HP </strong>44/44 -<strong>AC:</strong>20 -<strong>Initiative:</strong>---<br/><strong>Spell slots - 1:</strong>5/6<strong>2:</strong>4/4  -<strong>Base DC:</strong>16 (15 without headband)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The feline vocalist continued to grind up against Lisa's whore cunt and Bernard's stiff prick, panting soflty all the while, right up until the treacherous bunny played her hand and lifted herself off the merchant's length at just the right moment for Prima to insert it into her body and find herself in the reverse cowgirl position with him.<br/><br/>Caught off guard, the surprise caused Prima's to widen, her tail straightened and the fur on the back stood on end, similar to a cat puffing itself up when afraid to make itself look like a bigger target. At the same time, her tensed fingers begin to twitch, both pinching Lisa's nipple harder than intended and the one controlling her mage hand to make it buck uncontrolled, the pressure not enough to crush the poor man's sack, but certainly enough to encourage his semen to be on their way and abandon it.<br/><br/>All the while, she couldn't help but buck her hips, it had been sooo long since she'd had a cock inside her, at least half a day by her recollection, though she<em>had</em>been asleep for most of the band's journey so it might have been longer still. The merchant's length didn't<em>quite</em>compare to those she was used to, but any port in a storm.<br/>Prima continued to pant like... like the whore she was (for the duration of their stay to ensure food and board at the inn) and began to increase her pace on Bernie, letting go of Lisa's teat to instead grasp the couch beneath her to better stabilise herself so she could pump up and down on his rod all the faster and harder, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as her head fell back, staring at the ceiling.