<strong>Ivette</strong><br/><br/>Kasumi receptively welcomed Ivette into her arms, wrapping the woman in her fond embrace. She wasted no time to kiss the sorceress, thrusting her tongue passionately into the human's mouth and letting out a happy sigh through her lips as she held Ivette in place for her sister's ministrations. Kotone wrapped her arms around the woman's legs, forcing them to spread wide for her underwater kisses, licks, and suckling.<br/><br/>The sensation was so unusual, but still quite pleasurable! The mermaid knew what she was doing, no doubt from extensive practice. But with whom?<br/><br/>She plunged her tongue between Ivette's womanly folds, lapping up her juices with a voracious appetite. Kasumi giggled, throwing her shoulders back and forth amid their breasts' constant rubbing. "Oh, we've been waiting<em>so</em>long, Ivette." She said, rolling her eyes to emphasize her point, "And what a catch! Crimson hair, Crimson eyes! Like<em>fire!</em>And those legs! Sexy!"<br/><br/>However long Kasumi and Kotone may have enjoyed one another, the sheer exoticness of the human had captivated the pair's lustful imaginations.<br/><br/><strong>Leander</strong><br/><br/>The girls rubbed a salve upon his wounds, a gooey sap-like substance than stung at first, but nothing so painful as to give the elven fighter reason to worry. After a brief discussion amongst themselves, the javelin wound was wrapped up in makeshift bandages as well, more pieces of paper-like tropical bark, but it seemed to work well enough for their needs. It was all very basic, but they seemed to know what they were doing.<br/><br/>After they were content that there was no more immediate work to be done, the women left him alone, save for one who remained to watch over him in case he spontaneously manifested new symptoms. He couldn't quite grasp the finer points of the language, but it was full of hard 's's and soft 'h', and the similarities it shared with the creature he had just so recently slain were obvious. It would be difficult to pick up, even for a talented linguist. The words blended and slurred together in such a way that they purposely restricted themselves to many sounds that would otherwise come naturally to a humanoid tongue. This language was not their own.<br/><br/>The young woman appointed to watch over him seemed to take her duties... very seriously. The concept of modesty was lost upon these people, as was the idea of 'staring'. It was the one with the purple square pattern adorning her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, like some artificial blush. She began to speak, more to herself than to Leander. When Leander spoke in common, she didn't seem to recognize it at all. She found it curious, though... repeating the more foreign syllables with a thick helping of hisses added.<br/><br/>When he tried sylvan, the woman tilted her head with renewed interest. As Leander spoke, she looked off in the distance, as if recollecting something she had heard in the past. Certainly, it was distinct from her response to common.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">They make a Heal check for long-term care. No magic on tap. :P</div></div>