<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/8d/bb/98/8dbb98897225265531cb39cc33c9683b.jpg)</div>A little chuckle comes from the armorsmith as Nuria goes skin-to-skin once more, now slightly more prepared for it, she doesn't flinch away like she did before.  Though clearly, by the look on her face, she's noticing it.  "It is our way," she explains, maintaining eye contact with the godlike, though not quite able to prevent a little shiver of pleasure at the purring and crawling fingers.  The tracing over her hard, lightly sweaty skin pushes her cock to stand firmer, though she seems to be ignoring it for now.<br/><br/>She barks out a laugh at the mention of endowment and says, "You humans are so small.  Not a bad thing, of course, very tight."  Speaking of tight, the slap to her ass gives a loud sound, but hardly a jiggle at all.  It seems the armorsmith takes a full body approach to exercise.  Of course, the moment that Nuria's back is turned, Burissest's rough, hard hand slaps against Nuria's, the motion friendly and jovial, though perhaps a touch harder and with fingers bent in a bit more of a grab.<br/><br/>Placed at the edge of the wrestling arena, Burissest calls out, "Those chains are worth something.  They have a magic to them, it may take some time for me to see what it is they do.  But we will come to a deal, Phelypsis of the Delvers and Nuria of the Delvers."  Her lips purse curiously as she sees Nuria climbing into the hearth, but then turns her attention back to her opponent.  "Now, Phelypsis of the Delvers.  We will see who has more of the Wilds left in them."<br/><br/>Her lips pull back into a wide smile as she continues to oil herself for the wrestling, starting from the top, smearing the oil over her cheeks, neck, and ears, over shoulders and down her arms.  She doesn't luxuriate in rubbing over her breasts, down her stomach and waist, reaching around with surprising flexibility to oil much of her own back and her muscled backside.  Her legs are handled with similar nonchalance, balancing easily as she oils herself.  There's just one place that she pauses to take her time and enjoy, rubbing the oil over her now fully hardened cock, the fat head pointed up at Phelypsis.<br/><br/>Phelypsis's offer brings a bark of laughter, a delicate eyebrow raising, "For my one you have two huge targ-"  The quick move from the barbarian catches Burissest slightly off guard, but not fully, her stance coming quickly, but simply being bowled over by the powerful woman.  The thick red arms around her waist clench her tight, pushing her oiled cock against the full breasts of Phelypsis.  With a grunt of effort, Burissest is flipped and comes to the ground, immediately wrapping her thick, muscled thighs around the Andra.  "Huuugn.  You're quick.  But not quick enough, I don't think," she replies as she flexes her legs, twisting and pushing to attempt to push herself on top of the Delver.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">When you wrestle in the Andra fashion</div><div class="spoiler_body">When you wrestle in the Andra fashion, roll + Strength.  On a 10+ hold 2.  On a 7-9, hold 1 and choose 1.<br/>-You gain an extra hold<br/>-You don't end up in a sexually compromising position<br/>-You don't take a -1 forward<br/>On a 6-, you end up in a sexually compromising position.<br/>The match ends when you reach 5 hold (you win) or your opponent puts you in a sexually compromising position three times.<br/>Current Status: You hold 2/5 with 0/3 against you.<br/></div></div>