As her dress is jerked down, it starts to rip just below Esme's bosom, a small horizontal breach at first, but quickly spreading left and right, exposing part of her chest and belly. The hand on her left breast releases for a brief moment to push the remainder of the dress upwards, and then retakes it's hold of the now exposed breast. As the right hand pulls further and further, slowly ripping the dress from her body, the fingers once more press their way into the flesh. It's the sorceress' time to feel a warm pair of lips on the back of her neck, brushing most of her hair aside, while some slip through and stay put. The lips then press firmer against the back of her neck, followed by her teeth, that press into her skin as the tongue, as warm as the lips, rubs in between them.<br/><br/>The ivy around Tara's legs lessen their grip, allowing the supple green hands to pull on her dress each time they firmly rub over her thighs. They stop just barely in front of her womanhood, before gently stroking down to rub more of the dress upwards, slowly exposing the maiden's legs. The warm lips continue to brush over the back of her neck, licking and sucking every inch, as they make their way towards her right ear, taking her earlobe playfully in between the lips. Eventually, the deft hands pull the hem of her dress far enough to expose her thighs, so that her fingertips can tickle over their insides.<br/><br/><hr/>He ain't dead yet, but certainly in a state that he can't do anything anymore, and if left in that state, he will likely die soon. The arrows look very clean, but the same cannot be said about the daggers in his hands. As Ilynara looks closer, a partially translucent, limegreen coating becomes visible on the short blades.