<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/PqUJadA.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Name: </strong>Yva Twin-Belts (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=345845.msg16297261#msg16297261)<br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>Dragon Pit-Fighter lv.3<br/><strong>HP:</strong>23/23<strong>Armor:</strong>1<strong>XP:</strong>1/10<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><br/>As the woman's lips got to work Yva let her eyes close and her head tilt back, letting out a deep sigh. That sigh turned into a low moan as the guard showed her skill, her efforts rewarded with a trickle of simmering syrup that tasted of honey and spice. The dragon's juices were fittingly hot, almost on the edge of burning, but would pleasantly melt over Walfaerd's tongue rather than scald it, "Mmmmn...yes, we're going to keep this one..." she cooed, claws lightly scratching her scalp in approval.<br/><br/>What she didn't approve of, however, was the final revelation, "I see...fuck!" she grumbled, stepping away from her kneeling cunt licker with a sneer, "Sounds like teleportation, which means we're not likely to find anything if we check the scene..." she muttered. However before she could get too worked up, her gaze flicked over to Diabelle, "Wait. Belle, is there any way you could trace whatever spell they might have used? Maybe from the rug? Perhaps it soaked up the...I don't know, "magical scent" or something?"