<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://puu.sh/o69Lc.jpg)<br/><strong>Nuria (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/Delvers_Company_Characters#Nuria)</strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Race:</strong> Godlike   <strong>Class:</strong> Immolator Custom (https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/9699466/Immolator-custom-v1.1.pdf)</div></div>The fire-witches eyes' widened in delight when Phelypsis shyly made her wish, as did her smile. This sudden initiative had her pleased beyond words, especially when the warrior went so far as to grab her hand and press it towards her crotch -- she briefly bit into her lower lip as she felt her skin brush against the tuft of hair she kept there and, evil woman that she was, briefly caught a few hairs between her fingers and gave them a light, instinctive tuck -- but whatever she was planning was stopped when Ayca moved to make things more interesting.<br/><br/>"What're you--" Nuria blurted out as Ayca just grabbed her around the shoulders and turned her around. She was surprised, but didn't resist the movement as the Godlike was brought face to face with the earthborn demon girl. Far more interesting to lean into her kiss and let her skilled hands massage the stiffness from her shoulders even as they painted them.<br/><br/>Her eyelids drooped for a moment, her wet lips parted and something between a gasp and a moan came from them. Ayca herself and her attentions were certainly worthy of such a response, but at the same time the molten gold of Nuria's eyes was transfixed onto Phelypsis' form. It was far from the first time she had seen Phelypsis nude, but presented like this? Wet for<em>her</em>and wanting attention? She didn't want to neglect her fire-kissed Ayca, but the redhead seemed to feel the same way -- if the bashful Anda was taking the initiative like this, it was the kind of special moment where you simply had to respond with your full and dedicated attention. So that's what she'd do, at least for the moment.<br/><br/>"Y'know, I've been wondering … there's all sorts of demons that take after animals, right? Hellhounds for dogs'n wolves, Nightmares for horses. Some call those kitsune like Yula demon foxes and there's those demon cats in the East, too." Nuria grinned, her voice low and seductive as her fingers brushed up against all sorts of places that weren't the main attractions (or the needy crotched the demon had called attention to earlier) -- Phelpysis powerful biceps, the taut skin over her stomach that barely hid the powerful sixpack beneath, her collarbone, the sensitive area beneath her jaw ... leaving little trails of black color on tingling red skin.<br/><br/>The tan woman was watching the demon's reactions, mischief dancing in her eyes -- she was delaying on purpose, teasing the taller woman for her own sexy amusement now that she was within grasp. The Anda warrior had always looked like she had wanted to join in and Nuria had certainly wanted her to, but somehow it had never really happened. Her own propensity to just take what she wanted, for once, hadn't worked out for her -- it was as if circumstances had conspired against them. In battle, they were either on opposite sides of the battlefield or otherwise preoccupied, in social surroundings Phelypsis always turned awkward and withdraw. Now that the oddly adorable demon was on the proverbial platter, Nuria was going to draw this out as much as she could and show their big bad barbarian that she had nothing to be shy about.<br/><br/>She leaned closer, cupped Phelypsis' chin for a moment as her own glowing eyes met demonic yellow before her wandering hands moved towards her short horns. "You've got horns," she narrated along with the corresponding movement of her hands, "and floppy ears." She tap-tap-tapped down against Phelypsis' shoulders, her fingertips doing a spider-crawl down right towards two prominent targets, which she immediately grasped -- and grasped hard, soft tit-flesh too large for her hands mauled between her fingers as she abruptly leaned fully into Phelypsis and pressed a hot kiss against her lips. "Mmmmm -- I've been wanting to milk these for a long time," she confessed and switched her grip -- she started to massage and pull Phelypsis as if she<em>actually</em>wanted to milk her, finishing with an experimental tug against her nipples.<br/><br/>She never finished her thoughts on demons and animals out loud, but perhaps that was for the best. She wasn't going to call Phelypsis a cow, either way.<br/><br/>When she had leaned forward like that, it had been her own erotic offense -- not that she was actually trying to stop anyone from doing anything, really, but in doing that she certainly neglected her defense. Ayca had already moved lower and was working her thighs, slathering them up with the black goop before she returned to her athletic buttocks -- already marked by an Ayca-shaped handprint -- once again. And with her back arched like that and her legs spread so that they could be painted properly, Nuria was fully on display -- her tight anus above, her glistening pink lips below. Unlike her fellow Delver, hers were shaved clean and glimmered wetly in the lamplight. They were practically begging to be teased by a wicked redhead who had full access to them -- or tasted.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, at the front, Nuria kept a firm hold on those large globules and kept indulging long-built up desires. Now that Phelypsis had actually prompted her to use her hands without being more specific, she was clearly intent on taking advantage of those huge breasts of hers. She was pushing up and into them, teasing them, pulling and tweaking her poor red nipples with gusto and kept trying to steal more little kisses whenever an opening presented itself. "Are we entertained?" she asked the room with an impish grin. "Don't you worry. We're about to embark towards the goal of our journey soon …"<br/><br/>Reluctant to fully let go of those udders she had only just gotten acquainted with, she only let go with one hand -- the hand Phelypsis had held earlier. It was on the move again, her fingers imitating a man's walk downwards, fingertips dancing across red skin as she once more trailed down the barbarian's belly, then surprisingly moved towards her hip instead, reaching around to grab hold of her firm ass. "You're going to have to move a bit closer," she enticed with another one of those wicked grins and a firm pull to draw her closer -- she could fingered Phelypsis just fine, of course, but she seemed to think it was more convenient that way. Because if she knew Ayca, then she wouldn't let her continue unmolested for long ...<br/>