<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kYGfZcX.png?1)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Silvy Volkar (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2448010)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Female Dhampir Witch</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>40/40<strong>AC:</strong>14<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">lv. 0 - prestidigitation, mending, stabilize, light<br/>lv. 1 - 2/5  mage armor, enlarge person, reduce person, inflict light wounds, ill omen<br/>lv. 2 - 3/3 vomit swarm, alter self, inflict moderate wounds, steal breath<br/>lv. 3 - 4/4  Thorny Entanglement, Bestow Curse</div></div><br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+0<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Silvy let out a sigh at the cool touch of the water against her skin. With her magic she had managed to keep the crew clean and cool during their sometimes scalding voyage, but it didn't compare to the sensation of a real bath, "now let's get you clean..." she cooed, weaving a wash rag from thin air and dipping it into the water, just starting to ring it out when the green shark attacked.<br/><br/>"Mmnf!" she lightly gasped in her throat as the orc pried himself between her thighs, making her spread for him. Kneeling behind the curvaceous dhampir, Grim would find himself faced with an almost daunting amount of woman. It was the kind of ass that horny shamans carved into dolls and claimed were "fertility goddesses". She sighed at the graze of his tusks, and let out a soft mewl as he tongue lapped at her surprisingly smooth slit. Despite her more "tribal" appearance and "druidic" lifestyle with her coven, Silvy was cleanly shaven from head to toe, a meticulous grooming habit carried over from her noble upbringing. The witch's dark skin was smooth as butter, and her honeyed petals especially were like silk on the orc's tongue.<br/><br/>Another flick of Grim's tongue coaxed a sharper moan from her, causing her to drop the rag, the conjured cloth fading from existence soon after, "Mmmmn...you know you just might be the one orc in all the world who would care for his women like this..." she cooed teasingly. After all tales of orc pillaging usually didn't include much pussy eating. Eager for more of his wide tongue, Silvy stretched up on her tip toes, lifting her hips up out of the water, and bent forward at the waist to give him better access to her pussy. Each lick sent another shudder through her body, quaking her knees slightly, until eventually she had to lean back and press her fat bottom into his face for support, cloaking his view in delectable darkness and threatening to smother him if he didn't pull back for a breath now and then. Ofcourse the horny witch made sure that such breaks were very brief, quickly pressing herself back against him whenever he tried to break contact. Supposedly sex was a form of worship for his goddess. Silvy couldn't care less about that kind of thing, but if lavishing her cunt really brought him salvation she would happily assist with his prayer.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:</strong><br/><br/>