Pride swelled within her chest at the praise bestowed unto her performance although Flame would've loved to sheathe all of him for the sake of enhancing the experience even further, but containing more than ten inches had been an incredible achievement for the young woman whose depths were completely untried several days prior to engaging Whitney. She didn't mind that he sought to remain within her a little while longer, her breasts and tingling lips seen to in their loving union.

His departure coaxed another blessed whimper from the voluptuous beauty below, every portion of himself dragged along the clinging inner walls of her dripping cunt which latched onto him mercilessly, convulsing seemingly at random in the passing of his member which struck the sweeter spots within her easily enough given the impressive girth stretching her farther than anyone before him, a feeling of emptiness enveloping her by the time he found himself freed. "Ah .. You needn't thank me, I've enjoyed myself plenty already."

Their lips met briefly though Flame smiled at the man mischievously upon implying that he would have the gorgeous vixen more than once, her delicate touch resting on his chest. "Oh, I fully plan on savoring our time here to the fullest, but I don't want to rush things. Instead I'll give you something you'll remember for the rest of your life."

She pushed lightly, prompting him to turn over and reposition himself. "Lean back, Whitney." When he complied the formidable red head straddled his legs, her upper body perfectly positioned above his groin. "I'll show you what playing with fire will get you."

Flame teasingly traced along his length with a finger, rubbing the underside mildly before descending to his testes, swirling against the swollen tissue of his balls in slow, languid motions while all throughout the excruciating torment half lidded crimson eyes stared him down with sheer lust amidst these ruby gemstones. "My, my, you're quite pent up, aren't you? All that cum simply waiting to be tapped .. what a naughty old man you are."

Another step further and he found himself graced by the smoothness of her skin, his proudly erect cock nestled up against the wanton features of the woman before him, purring softly under the intense warmth his manhood emanated and spread into her cheek. "You want to cum hard, don't you? You want to shoot your hot sperm all over my face and breasts, I know that much just by looking at you."

Suddenly her tongue dashed along the underside of his girth, from the very base all the way to the glistening crest where Flame tasted the mixture of precum and her own juices, savoring the pleasant aroma in the tormenting moments to come which tingled her taste buds in the sweetest fashion. "Remember, the first is all mine." She grinned slyly. "I hereby declare that you're not allowed to release anywhere except my mouth .. Break that rule and you'll leave me no choice but to suck you dry again and again."

He smiled looking down at her. A hand rubbing against one of her large breasts as she spoke, fingers teasing the nipple. Whitney was glad that she enjoyed that, glad that she had allowed for it though he wouldn't have minded more of that feel, that crushing tightness collapsing about him they had agreed one a single trust this time around. Next time, if there was a next time for he did not fool himself into thinking that there was going to be one, they would be better prepared.

“Is that so? You've already done that,” for there was no way he was going to forget this. Even if he were struck with amnesia straight afterward he would remember this even if he believed it to be just a fantasy playing in his head rather than a memory.

It was doubtful that magic could rob him of such a wonderful memory and like anyone he would have liked to believe that he was willful enough to thwart it.

He complied and listened as she repositioned herself above him. That touch that drifted down him caused him to groan out and twitch. Precum collected against that tip and his balls had been pulsing and busying themselves for the first time in many years as they produced more of that product that joined with the stuff that had already been there that he held back on though their was a back log and something would have to give soon. Whitney had been holding off for a while now and wanted to let go though for the time he didn't, she was in control here after all. She had dictated the rules as she hovered above him.

“OH, GOD YES,” he confirmed, that pulse growing stronger and it did no good to have that sort of imagery in his mind.

He groaned, near releasing then and there, his balls tight, the flow of that precum returning so soon after she had removed it though his hips restlessly move as he tries to angle that appendage against her lips, eager to comply with her request, eager to cum.

“OH, GOD I'M GONNA ...” That precum flowed quicker and he could feel his balls churning getting ready to shoot forth their hot release whether or not he got to that destination in time he was cumming hard and fast, there was no helping it at this point though on the surface the drawback wasn't so bad either ...

"Ahh!" In the blink of an eye sublime liquid warmth splashed onto her flushed features in explosive gushes which had yearned for freedom over the course of countless years, highly refined molten semen forcing her eyes shut as Whitney bestowed unto the loving female an irresistable, mouth watering wine presumably none have had the pleasure of sampling in multiple decades. Thick and goopy sperm had been spewed forth by his extraordinary manhood, marking the smoking hot sorceress with his cum and scent when she refused to break off. He released onto her face, some of which landed within lush red locks and would undoubtedly require a little more than a towel to get rid off completely, his aroma seeping deeply into the wanton red head.

"Uuhhhnnn .. mmmh." She latched on by the time the flow slowed down considerably, letting him pump the remainder of seed straight into her hungry maw which Flame devoured with devotion, but wishing to keep the true blessings of her mouth for later he'd miss out on what his female companion truly had to offer for the time being.

Slowly her eyes opened once more, crimson orbs of want which dipped to his defiled member before looking back into his own, her hand teasingly sliding along his girth in slow and calculated motions. "Memorable, wasn't it? You came all over my face .."

She smirked mischievously, seemingly not mad at him for ruining her appearance to such an incredible degree though her grasp soon tightened around him, milking his member dry before finally falling away. Instead Flame nestled up against his fully erect shaft, allowing for her lush lips to skim along his entirety, never breaking eye contact in the process. "But you weren't supposed to cum on my face, now were you? You didn't keep your end of our bargain and now I'll have to ask for compensation, my dear Whitney."

Almost immediately the lustful temptress descended further along his groin, lashing out at the expanse of his balls which were graced by an inviting, fleshy warmth as her tongue skimmed over the precious orbs. "Your scent is the strongest down here .. Good thing I didn't let you have a shower before coming here." Another lick swiftly followed, from the very base over his urethra to the crest of his love pole, swiftly lowering herself back to his testes. "I can taste all the sweat from your gardening, so irresistably salty and delicious."

"Mmm .." Flame proceeded to tease without relent, grooming him for another intense release which would serve to allow for the marvellous beverage she wanted all along.

Several long moments passed before the loving affections begun to cease and her lecherous crimson eyes glanced at him from beyond the swollen head of his member, her lips slightly parted as heated breaths cascade over him then, hinting at the procedure he would be forced to endure before long. "Now I will punish that naughty cock of yours."

Lush ruby lips swiftly fold around his mansword in an unmatched tightness, the sensation merely conquered by the breathtaking suction which enveloped him shortly after for when Flame swallowed the remaining air in her mouth he found himself defenseless beneath the brunt of attention he received. Lower and lower she traced along his length in that single descent while silken fingers dance over his testes, her other hand misteriously vanished between her legs which coaxed delighted gasp upon gasp from her lungs.

Her focus lingered on breathing, adjusting the angle of his intrusion and swallowing properly before granting him entry to the confines of her throat, the unusually crushing texture swirling over him in these final moments. At last her lips united with his groin in an intimate kiss, every single inch of throbbing meat devoured by the young woman before him, sending pleasant ripples through the imprisoned flesh with every whimper elicited from the digits tracing over her blooming flower.

Flame held herself in place for the time being, watching the old man and waiting for his recovery, all the while teasing herself with the fingers which ground along the slit of her body, dripping with need.

Oh God that felt good, his balls still throbbing as more of his release spurted forth in a strong flow. He had missed his mark though, the cork popped a bit too soon as he marked those delicate features in his seed painting such a marvelous picture.

“S-Sorry about that,” though he wasn't truly sorry about coating her in such a fashion he would have liked to get her approval on this first, after all cleaning up might be tougher though he had doubted that it would prove to be a huge challenge. The Retrievers could get books and food so he was pretty confident that they could get a towel or two.

He was apologizing for not being able to hold back for those final few seconds.

“Oh, yeah, very memorable.” His chest rising and falling with each calculated touch she made he quivered though that initial hardness remained invigorated by that tender touch. He had filled the vessel of her mouth and smeared her face.

Several pumps later of his root and he did not produce any more semen though he still throbbed in her grasp. Her eyes had been fixed on his as she gazed upward and he could feel the heat of that gaze as she pulled groans from his quivering lips.

“T-That is c-correct,” he answered her, the agreed upon terms not met though he rather coat her face than to have burst inside her.

It was punishment time and he had never felt so eager to receive a punishment in his life. She teased him at first, that touch working over his as she prepared him for the descent of her ruby lips. He remained eager as his gray gaze rested upon her crimson one.

Having cum already it had been as if he had been in his youth, it would be a little time before he popped off again even at his age. There was a reason for it, nothing nefarious or evil maybe childishness of youth but he did not regret it now although for the past few decades he had regretted the foolishness of the matter, he didn't take it seriously at the time and thought that Jasmine spoke in jest, no wonder the unusual look at the time and why she was the first to want to try him out …

But he quaked and quivered. He groaned beneath her attention. Flame, certainly she lived up to that name as she tended to him.

He did not move though, being as big as he was he didn't not want to gag her or dissuade her from possibly having second thoughts on doing this again. Allowing her to dictate the pace had been it's own reward.

“Jeez that feels fantastic!!!” He rubbed the side of her face as she continued though. He pondered on whether or not to tell her but figured that she wouldn't mind the surprise when it had come up not that he wanted to stop and explain matters. Perhaps he might use it as a bit of an enticement.

He was getting off at the sounds of her moans and this fantastic service though after a few minutes of this his features softened into a grin. “You know, there's, umm, there's ah way that I think we both can be happy if you don't m-mind me ah being your seat for a little while.”

Valiantly Flame offered up the full extent of her capabilities when driving the man into her throat time and time again, swallowing his delicious manhood whole while savoring the scent and taste of sweat and semen washing over her taste buds, intertwining marvellously within the confines of her lush lips to a mixture that couldn't be any more precious to her.

She moaned softly under the loving ministrations of his digits gently caressing the side of her face all throughout her formidable performance, tending to all of Whitney at once which certainly trumped another careless day in his garden or indulgence in the scriptures, instead bathing him in blessed delight. But when the venerable scholar finally spoke up, these tantalizing features graced him with a mildly puzzled expression. "Mmm?"

Slowly the young sorceress extracted the beloved shaft from her hungry maw, pondering on the meaning of his words while her mind skimmed through the vivid images imparted on her memory, swiftly stumbling across the proper one which gave rise to the pleasures they may receive through another posture entirely. "Oh, I would be delighted to make that happen, but don't think I'll be satisfied with your tongue forever."

Another smile adorned her sensual lips, teasing with the prospect of entertaining him further later on before Flame begun shifting to accommodate for his suggestion, promptly following through with that sentiment. Within mere moments the lush expanse of her alluring bottom hovered over the old man, carefully lowered to a point where he simply had to reach out and feast on the blooming flower between her legs whose sweet nectar invigorated the air around him, the delectable scent of her sex pouring forth into his nostrils.

"Do you like what you see?" Warm and pillowy flesh descended upon his abdomen in the process whereas heated breaths return to his pulsing manhood, her features hot and flushed while casting him a sultry gaze over her shoulder before turning back around, guiding her attention to the highest reward of all.

Her tongue dashed over the head of his shaft in an elongated lick along the generous slit discovered there which occasionally rewarded Flame with minor beads of delicious precum, flamboyantly swirling along the expanse of his meanwhile glistening tip beneath the gossamer film of moisture derived from her saliva, emanating an intense warmth even now which merely spurned the red head on to entertain him further. All the while her drooling nethers ached and quivered in raw excitement, keenly awaiting his expert advances.

Having sampled his talented muscle before Flame could only wonder how long she would survive the onslaught before succumbing to the pleasure for her body had been on edge for a while at the time and craved release more than anything. She could only hope that he wouldn't overwhelm the woman in his hands straight away, eager to share with him in the heights of bliss.

Her tongue and mouth had been divine and the fact that she was drawing all of him in proved that she was accomplished in this realm. It must have been damn difficult and while there had been a few lovers in the past that managed to take him all in seeing it as a challenge if they could do so or not none had managed to deep throat him like this.

Unaware of her tricks and memories from her mouth, how if you swallowed towards the end you could get down a bit more he found that he was being overwhelmed with these sensations though he had managed to get her to halt for the time being as she worked out his meaning and shift.

He smacked the roundness of her firm ass playful then rubbed back and forth against the cheek he swatted while using the other hand to spread that gorgeous pussy as he looked up at the juicy sex.

“Mmm. Yes, it is quite the site.” He licked her tracing about the edge of her labia, a hint that he had intended to take her with a degree of patience, after all neither had been in any rush and a part of him wondered what felt better, her mouth or pussy?

Perhaps the later since it was guarded and restricted in a sense but he did not say anything as he gave her attention with that tongue. He traced it against her then teased that tip over her sucking on her clit, wiggling his tongue against it.

Feeling the heat of her mouth descending back upon him, nipples pressed against his chest he groans trying to make sense out of what she was saying, that his tongue would not satisfy her forever. Did she want more, more than that single trust or had she had something else in mind?

“Oh, it's just meant to tide you over for now,” he announce with a groan of approval at what she was doing before he moves both hands against her rump, squeezing those ass cheeks in his grasp and setting his tongue against that heated entrance pressing straight inside her core with a slow eagerness to return, his shaft throbbing, excited by that rich taste alone.

Driven by profound sexual urges they were bound in their newfound posture, the venerable male either dismissing or downright forgetting their blatant differences in the blink of an eye while he indulged in the luscious pink flesh which inevitably wound up leaking the precious substance of her loins only to be consumed by his questing tongue, the fleshy muscle sending ripples of pleasure throughout her burning nethers.

"Eeeep!" Flame inhaled sharply when he smacked the lavish peaches of her rump, complementing his gesture with an enticed gasp shortly after while the alluring flesh tingled with anticipation, kneaded and molded under his knowing advances whereas in the beginning he couldn't even have thought about laying his hands on her in the first place without assistance.

But the young sorceress didn't waste any thought on these trivial matters while her quivering velvety depths were seen to diligently, eager muscles which clamped down on the delightful invader without relent as to encourage him to return again and again, muffled sounds of approval ringing through their chosen corner of the library which in turn flooded the imprisoned slab of meat amidst her tight lips with sublime humming sensations.

Unlike Whitney she'd already suffered through the first round without cumming and found herself likely closer to giving into the pleasure than him which had the nubile red head heighten the pace slightly, keen on basking in their orgasmic height in unison.

"Mmm .. gahhnn .." Her talents could undoubtedly challenge any ravenous succubus as her blissed out features descend to the roots of his manhood, the seal of her lips sliding over his tremendous girth with utmost devotion, squeezing and massaging his entirety in relentless abandon whereas his underside had been entertained by the supple flesh of her tongue, squirming below him whenever he pressed forth into her throat only to grace his tip in the primary position of his every descent.

Slowly the gradual crescendo of her approving sounds became more prominent, both to his ears and the ceaseless efforts of the buxom maiden positioned above him to drain the essence of his testes once more, slurping every inch of precious shaft far into her yearning maw, deep and strong in the entrancing motions of her head which consumed that mighty phallus lovingly, bobbing up and down urgently in the heights of bliss for her orgasm came crashing down on her like the vortex of blazing fire within her core, threatening to erupt at any given moment.

Invigorated now his tongue traced against her, pushed inside her and filled her as she gobbled him with the full effect of that mouth. By the heavens she felt good. Every stroke of those lips or tongue that moved against him had been met with a groan of approval that spilled into her core.

He was actively touch her now as if he had gotten over that initial shock rather quickly. Hands roamed over her ass giving her the occasional light spanking. Or his fingers brushed over her clit. Flame would find that as much as she was a delight, as much as he wished to grant her that succulent drink his vigor had increased after that first time.

Whitney quivered and throbbed but did not cum, not yet, and it took far more effort this time for her to get him to that point where his groans were closer together, where that massive pole trembled intensely as if warning her of the imminent release that was to follow.

He plunged into her folds quick, then slow, carefully tracing against those pink walls until at last he roared out against her body, that tongue of his plunging in deep as his seed ruptured within that blessed receptacle of her mouth.

Encouraged anew with each and every intense throb coaxed from the massive member clogging her entire throat Flame plunged the pulsating spire deep into her hungry maw with ever growing ferocity in admiration of his newfound endurance, persistently defying the lavish pleasures conjured up by the fiery sorceress. Whitney had been in dire need of meeting his match and the young woman could provide more than enough to subdue that resilient erection, determined to make him climax once more as her face descended to his groin, occasional moans puncturing her knowing advances given the loving touches he applied to her voluptuous frame which built toward an inevitable crescendo.

Raw lust induced warmth inspired a crimson coloration to envelop her cheeks in the heights of bliss, never truly allowed another moment of respite in the continuous intrusion of that blessed tongue which brought her closer to the edge, the pair of ardent lovers nearly synching up in the waves of delighted sounds which breached the silence of the library until his member finally ruptured and the sweet nectar of her quivering folds surged forth into his questing muscle.

She devoured him all the way to the base whereupon thick and savory spunk splattered to the back of her throat, cumming hard while feasting on the divine treat with strong and passion ladened sucks and slurps, draining the entirety of his testes to the fullest.

Flame convulsed around him, violently clenching inner muscles seeking the company of his tongue in the aftermaths of the highly anticipated release she had been looking forward to ever since they set out into the streets by themselves, her mood elated beyond belief after ingesting that mouth watering substance which finally quenched the thirst of an addled mind.

His female companion moaned and quivered, tightly sealed lips poised around his manhood throughout the tender pulsations of his imprisoned shaft which the wanton temptress dragged along his length upon pumping her belly full of seed, coaxing the remainder of that luscious sperm from the venerable male before extracting him from the confines of her mouth, swallowing his generous patronage with a content sigh.

Her cries had been a delight to his ears as it had been quite some time since he had heard anything so sweet, opportunity rather than technique had been the cause for that as he certainly knew what he was doing. Whitney even drew out her pleasure more than once pressing her buttons until she was close to being tossed over that edge then drawing back allowing her to press him closer to his own before she had calmed down enough for him to tease her again.

His endurance was incredible though as he began to twitch and throb within the confines of her mouth he drove her onward and over that edge as he burst forth inside her, that glorious spunk produced by those heavy balls kept pouring forth their sweet ambrosia as he sucked against her nether lips and played with her a bit until she had finished.

Once she had he encouraged her to lay at his side, a hand brushing against her side, gray eyes gazing at her as he grinned, sheer delight on his features. “Thank you for that. You're quite accomplished, Flame, though you'll need a brake if we are to continue,” none of his initial hardness had wilted though despite his age he was impossibly hard.

“Shall I tell you a story as you rest or do you dare to continue even now? Or not wish to continue at all.” He added the last in the event that she had not been impressed enough, although she had sounded it he had not known if that was merely him getting into the matter more so then she actually was.

Flame carefully climbed off the old man with as much caution as her delighted frame would allow before the feisty sorceress wound up by his side, panting softly in recovery of her breath whereas her faintly glistening crimson eyes reflected the sheer pleasure derived from their lovemaking, depicting the complete and utter satisfaction which intermingled with minor surges and sparks of lust invoked through that tender touch. "Why, haven't you had enough?"

He was offered a warm smile, however, obviously teasing him as the warmth of her body inched closer, gracing his cheek with the delicate embrace of her palm while the luxuriant bounty of her chest nestled up against his own. Lush ruby lips descended onto his in a deep, spontaneous kiss which Flame held for several long moments to come, inhaling the remnants of her scent there before the alluring red head parted from him once more.

She couldn't believe that he retained the prominent hardness of his manhood even now, quite impressed by his vigorous sexual prowess although the luscious beauty beside him certainly would've been worthy of admiration considering that for her talents one could easily count on the fingers of one hand the number of lovers which made up her entire love life and barely any more times than that did she actually have sex with someone.

Feminine digits traced along the expanse of his torso, admiring Whitney for these blessings even though he appeared to be far beyond his prime, profound desire ringing clear within her words. "Oh no, no, I would love to continue."

Without a doubt both of them wanted to go on sooner or later, but her travelling companions certainly would notice when they returned somewhat exhausted after what little time they spent together, especially Spencer seeing how Fae were quite active in the sexual realm. "I'm pleasantly surprised, nothing more. I simply never thought you would be that good." She smiled in that blissed out state, wondering how many more rounds were good enough to please them completely. "But please, I would be delighted to hear a story."

“Continue?” A little chuckle, he delighted in her closeness, the press of her lips still tingling against his own. He had no problems with continuing but knew that she would, at least eventually. But she seemed to think better of it. Maybe she had been thinking about his stamina, maybe she wanted to hear that story, simple curiosity getting the better of her.

“It gets better,” he told her with a grin. “After all there's a great deal of rust that I need to contend with seeing how long it's been.” Though he had her attention, his hand tracking against her side all the while.

“It first begins with a fable on the players to our story and the myth goes that there were five Genie species. The Marid who manipulate the water and live on the seas with their magic for controlling the environment, generating storms and manipulating the ocean itself. Diametrically opposed to them are the Djinn, free spirited species as chaotic as the winds themselves with the power over their element. They are perhaps the best known within Genie Kind among mortals, it is said that their nobles can bestow wishes and there are many stories that support this.

“Beneath the earth reside the Dao and evil race of Genies that have mastered their chosen element and are perhaps the most isolated of the bunch. Earthquakes and rock slides are attributed to them. Last but not least are the Efreeti who have mastered flame. In addition they can grant wishes noble and commoner alike to mortal creature alike but they are evil and twist the wishes they bestow for sheer amusement.

“The fifth type of Genie, the Jann, is a crossbreed between a moral and a Genie. Their power is not as great though and no where near as impressive.”

He paused, the matter was easy enough to follow but he was ensuring that she had not been board yet. “Our tale begins on the Shadow of … we'll say Brindel, the location isn't really important but features a rather young man and his friends. Lars was a smart man in many ways but naive living life in the books and stories of others, Had it not been for his brother he would have never been on that expedition out in the desert.

“Murdoc had hired a band of heroes to rescue his wife, Jasmine, who had been abducted by Orcs in Sirocco's burning desert after having his caravan attacked earlier in the week.” He fondled a breast, swirling his finger against a nipple. “A boring tale, I know, but shall I finish it my dear?”

He would have a hard time dulling the experience simply by telling her of stories the young red head hadn't known or couldn't possibly remember given her suppressed memories, no matter the contents. The continuous flow of his voice alone allowed for pleasant shudders to surge through her spine and should his own arousal wane in the process the voluptuous tempress had more than enough experience in the matter to invigorate the old man time and time again.

Flame listened to his every word with utmost devotion to the tale including various Genie species and their affiliation to certain elements they controlled, soaking up the relayed information like a ravenous scholar thirsty for knowledge, never truly giving away the impression of being bored even though he had halted briefly in order to check up on her, the buxom woman merely smiling warmly in response while her touch traced along his chest in admiration of his bodily stature in spite of the many years he had lived.

It would've been simple to draw parallels here and there the further Whitney went on in the chosen storyline, but the sorceress refrained in favor of keeping him undulged in her attention all the way through. She gasped softly in the tingling sensation delivered unto her hardened cherry nub, swiftly spreading the enchanting feeling throughout her lavish bosom though his female companion wound up shaking her head.

"Not at all boring .. I would love to hear whether they manage to rescue Jasmine or not." Sooner or later the witch would be dealt with and she displayed enough zeal in her potential future position as his student to remain and listen, the charming old man usually submersed in books and gardening which barred him from the pleasures of the flesh and the company of an endearing young beauty by his side, but not today even though one of his stature possibly wouldn't have much trouble finding anyone unless he chose to pursue his rather secluded lifestyle until the very end, not even leaving a legacy behind as far as the red head had been concerned.

Surely he flourished under the attention and considering how rarely Flame assumed anyone bothered to listen she would be delighted to entertain the normally unseen side of the mayor not out of pity, but actual enjoyment derived from his presence.

“Just checking. There was Lars, his brother Devin, the one called Tracker who was a Mage specialized in Divinations, a Diviner and the swordsman Kurt who was fairly skilled with his whirling blades of death where Devin was much better with smaller thrown weapons like daggers and did not miss a target inside one hundred feat.

“They went out to the desert to the spot where the caravan was attacked though another merchant must have had come by the wreckage and taken anything of value that the Orcs left behind. Spices were being transported over the wastes and had they gotten to their destination the profit margin would have been high for inland did not have the luxury of goods that the coast had and anyone making that trip was bound to make a profit though the Orcs were not the only danger.

“The Efreeti, Giant Scorpions and sandstorms were the biggest of which. There were no tracks at the wreckage or bodies indicating that a sandstorm had ripped on through the region. Tracker called upon his Divinations and found that the Orcs traveled to the West and the four followed. Orcs traveled mostly at night being nocturnal creatures and the sandstorm would have impeded them too so the group had imagined that they could catch up, which they did.

“There had to be thirty Orcs if not more. They had some provisions from the caravan loaded up on horses but not understanding the real value of the spice had left it for another vulture to scavenge. Among them had been their sole prisoner, Jasmine, who looked marvelous even at this distance. Her skin tanned beneath the Sirocan sun and her clothes revealing but in a modest way consisting of blues the color of the sky with whites tossed in there.

“As was typical the camp was a bit chaotic but still had guards scatted about. It was nearly sun down and the Orcs would soon be on the move again. Now the four were faced with a decision, the challenge there but if this war party made it back to their encampment there would be hundreds of them.

“Tracker divined their fates should they attack and the simple Divination that he used could answer simple Good or Bad or rather Weal and Woe without gauging the odds. When it came back as 'Weal' that had the four thinking that even though they were vastly out numbered that they could succeed her.

“Lars pointed out that Weal didn't necessarily mean that they could defeat a whole camp of Orcs by themselves, Divinations were tricky in interpretation save for the ones that detect something one way or another. It was Weal if they just snuck into the camp and liberated Jasmine, which is what they did. The guards were inattentive and it helped that the vision of Orcs had been poor in the light.

“A few were snuck up on and killed, Jasmine freed and the group ready to return to the city seeing that they did not have much of a head start, 'I cannot go back' Jasmine told the quartet and though they did not have time to argue the matter a why was given.

“You see their employer had not been up front with them, Jasmine was a slave and not a wife! The Orcs did not even realize what they had and were going to hand their captive over to the chief when they got back. She would have probably entered into a life of constant rape baring his Half Orc children but there was more ...” He paused, his hand still skimming against her side as he told his tale. Flame seemed interested, interested in hearing more perhaps and through the telling of the tale he had not wilted at all, how could he in her presence.

He waited for her to indicate whether or not to continue regardless he would add to that last part.

“Though such offspring would not have been Half Orc but rather Janni instead ...”

She learned and listened, not simply absorbing the contents of the story, but gathering knowledge on the Shadow of Sirocco which her current state of mind had buried beneath the spell the witch presumably laid on her and the others, picking up minor details on the logistics of trade, the Half Orc menace and further insight into the world of Divinations. More could be found the longer he explained, but not once did Flame seem disinterested in the least.

Inevitably the notion of the mysterious Janni inflamed her interest further considering that Whitney himself had been blessed with minor capabilities in their realm of magic in thanks of a certain favorable deed committed in the past and even though the nubile woman beside him lacked most of her memories, reading between the lines wasn't entirely difficult.

Flame suspected that the venerable male himself had to be involved one way or another, whether part of the existing assembly or yet to follow the young sorceress couldn't determine in case he tended to alter the names in his telling of the story, but either way his female companion wouldn't have taken him the pleasure of relaying yet another piece of information to the youthful spirit by his side.

Instead of lingering beside him, however, the fiery red head guided him onto his back and proceeded to pin his torso to the ground with her own bountiful chest, willing to rest in that newfound posture seeing how he'd solely sullied her face with his seed, granting him more of the closeness they both appreciated.

"You'll tell me the rest of the story now, won't you?" She spoke in a soft yet alluring manner by the time he stopped, certainly focused on the tale in spite of her appearance and tone.