Well, well...Aria found herself with<em>quite</em>a treat and supposed she couldn't have been happier in her present circumstances: a lofty vantage point on the roof, with a clime of sun, arid air, and light desert wind all about her...meanwhile, arousing visuals of both Kass with Acenith nearby on the roof, and Semmon sodomizing Anya below...<em>and</em>a veritable caravan of valuable new treasures to be examined under her monocle - a more valuable take than any of her previous, perhaps moreso than all of her previous takes<em>combined</em>....<em>and</em>, once she began triggering the staff of Wish, she felt her world altered. She felt different, probably for good. Invigorated as if she'd been born anew, almost shedding her body for a new one, and as if electrifying waters raced through her mind, opening up new passageways and heights of thoughts - it reminded her of being a small child, and managing to ascend to a new height in her favorite climbing tree, or if expanding her diction through reading, or unlocking new secrets of mathematics and philosophy.<br/><br/>Below, Semmon was maintaining a tight clutch on Anya's hips, though frequently he slid a hand up under her blouse to masterfully fondle and grope at her breasts, or under the front of her skirt to slake several fingers in the moistness of her femininity - only to insert samesaid fingers into the blonde's mouth, and whisper for her to lick and suck, nibbling her ear and neck all the while. Eventually be bore her forward sufficiently, and bent her over enough, that her arms were bracing against the trunk of an olive tree, and its leaves hang down lazily to tickle their skin as their bodies moved. Never did the pounding of her ass relent, the silver-bearded priest's vigor and energy rather good for a man his age<br/><br/>So too his dispensation - finally Anya would hear the unabashedly worldly and pleasures-of-the-flesh priest throw his head back and groan up into the boughs of the olive tree. His hips smacked her buttocks mightily, burying the rigid shift in her to the hilt for the hundredth of thousandth time - and now, throbbing, pumping no small volume of seed up into the forbidden recesses of her rectum. Semmon, Aria noted from above, noted a much more fluid (so to speak) continuation of his copulatory motions throughout his release, continuing to smoothly fuck the bent-over blonde rather than just going still and rigid while he unloaded, or descending into a few jerks or grunts. The priest's nostrils flared and he released a long, baritone, truly blissful exhalation. His eyes lidded, and he seemed to focus inward, upon the pleasure of sweet release into the girl, and the sensation of her anal cavity stretched about his penetrating girth.<br/><br/>Anya would soon feel something far more unusual - though a girl might expect a certain amount of pain or pressure when being thusly sodomized by a sizeable phallus, after the ejaculation she would begin to feel a warmth, and a building pressure, which only grew and grew. The blonde's breasts and cheeks and buttocks seemed to swell a bit, and then her skin all about, almost as if she were drinking gallons and gallons of water within the space of minutes, or were having some uncanny allergic reaction. Stretch marks appeared across her fair flesh, swelled and stretched beyond its normal limits. Her fingers and lips would feel puffy, and difficult to properly manipulate.<br/><br/>Semmon gasped out in shock, and attempted to extricate himself - which he found painfully difficult, as the swelling seemed also to manifest inward, pressing her anus inward around the buried shaft, constricting it. The priest palmed Anya's butt and the small of her back, and he groaned uncomfortably as he slid himself outward inch by inch. The prominent ridge on the head of his cock snagged on the tight ring of her sphincter, and with a sudden jerk, Semmon freed himself - but the pain caused him to black out where he stood. He slumped back onto the sandy soil, his cum-streaked phallus bruised and lolling like a drugged garden snake.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Okay, I'll do new gp numbers for Kass.<br/><br/>Leveling (and stat-bonusing) Aria....oh also I realized I made one awkward error with Aria the whole time: Hide and MS are not actually Swashbuckler class skills! (I noticed this when thinking about how to allocate her skill points from the rogue levels she's now back to gaining and comparing it to swash). The good news is that the new rogue levels help with being able to reshuffle things in an as-consistent-as-possible way (most of the swash list is on the rogue list, in fact I think ALL of it is, so if I move rogue level points away from swash skills I can maintain most of it, and the 'new old' points are not so different from gaining 'new' points with leveling) and that she's barely used Hide/MS in the past anyway.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/>Oh... and remember how Acenith and... the other servant for Aria are supposed to follow them around?  Does... does that mean they'll be coming with the two of them when they head to Maztica?  I'm... worried they'll die horribly and painfully, like anybody else who gets too close to Kass and Aria &gt;.&gt;</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><br/>Well that's up to Kass and Aria I guess (not even sure what you mean by 'supposed to'). Sounds like a pretty good in-character reason not to bring them.