<strong>Dexter</strong><br/><br/>The piratess seemed somewhat dissapointed when he plutonically touched her shoulder. She sighed, softly cooing to him, "You're the best, Dex'."<br/><br/>Together they went at the double door, "Gods." she said as their combined effort started to make the wooden door budge, "How is this thing even still-" It slid along the ground a few more inches. It would have rotted away long ago were it anything but magically enchanted. Such a resistance to aging was usually a side effect of enchantment moreso than the actual intent of it, but whatever primary effect the magic had was long gone. After a bit of effort, the pair managed to slide it along the ground enough for both of them to squeeze through. Dirae went first, slipping out into the murky depths. Indeed it was dark down there, and Dexter could barely make out her sillogeute in the foggy chamber.<br/><br/>"Aagh!" She whined, turning back to him, "Can't see a thing..."<br/><br/><strong>Leander</strong><br/><br/>As their bodies slapped together, she let out more and more stifled sighs and yelps. Her fingers curled around the cloth underneath her and she clutched it tightly until her knuckles stuck out prominently from her hand. The tall and limber elf could lay kisses upon her back, shoulders and even her neck. As he went, she muttered and murmured, "Aah... Unnh." Though her breath was still unsteady and labored.<br/><br/>Beads of sweat formed upon her body, though her paint remained perfectly unbesmirched. Indeed, with her back turned to him as it was, the emulation was clear. The orange box pattern upon rear and back riverberated with each thrust and slap and her short raven hair hung down over her face as she lowered her head with a soft "Nnggh."