Inbetween moans and gasps Flame certainly hadn't missed out on any chance to tease and entice him even though these naughty thoughts were flooding her mind, more than interested in keeping their more or less sexual relationship alive once matters with the witch were resolved. "We should .. Ungh! W-we should definitely .. Ahhnn .. see what we .. what we can do about him .. Hahhnn .. When we're done, of course."

A grimace of amusement and pleasure confronted his own although the latter swiftly dominated the former as he brought himself into the mix once more, lodged deeply inside her ample butt as he was. "I suppose we'll simply have to make every hour count."

Naturally lasting more than another round would've been quite an achievement considering how long Whitney lasted in bed, but neither passing out nor tending to him with her mouth and tits were off the menu should the red head remain conscious for long enough to actually attempt another recovery, but either way would've been more than worth the reward as Flame dictated the matter and promptly stepped up the pace.

"Mmmf! Deeper, please!" Above him the voluptuous female drove her lavish hips further onto that proudly erect spire with devotion pouring forth from her every fibre, emanating into the imprisoned flesh within the confines of her rectum as slowly another inch had been added to the collective with the additional ease brought forward by his latest release. "Ram it in there, Whitney! Ohhhh!"

Squeaking delightedly her back arched to the fullest and bestowed unto him the undiluted plethora of her charms, heavenly heaps of deliciously warm and rounded breast flesh bouncing encouragingly with every fulfilling jab delivered by the immense spear submersed amidst the fervent heat of her rump, her skin glistening mildly beneath the intense physical workout.

Flame tightened her grasp on the old man and her feminine touch held onto him tighter than before at the sheer abundance of pleasure he invoked with every vigorous dive the sublime temptress performed above him, his marvellous cock ceaselessly devoured by ravenous inner muscles which yearned for attention although the wanton female couldn't resist thinking of paying him another pleasant visit in the future when he had learned the necessary incantation and finally tended to the incessant tingling amidst her silken walls which couldn't possibly withstand that much friction without sending her over the edge time and time again.

Her free hand swept over the curve of an engorged breast teasingly, further along her exposed tender neck and into lush crimson locks as the young woman moaned out fiercely and henceforth announced her undying passion for their lovemaking for everyone around to hear, the most luxurious praise for his vigor torn straight from the endearing frames of her full lips.

He was with her there. Making the time count was on the agenda and it was a nice feeling to know that he could have her feeling that warmth, that delightful yet distracting pleasure. He was older, he should have been the one to point out that they should stop but there had been no real reason too other than the fact that he did not wish to exhaust her completely for later that evening.

Cinder could wait until later when they both could think about it easier.

He lifted his hips beneath her keeping at the pace and depth that they had established. Her ass tight around him as one hand squeezed against her own. But then she added a new element to the equation, dirty talking, that certainly assisted her as he drove into her rump quicker though going no deeper than she had taken him thus far.

His own arousal levels peaking, though who's would not given the beauty of the young woman above him making those demands that he was eager to fill as he pressed inside her. Though most of his stamina had been unaffected.

Delaying her own orgasm again and again through magic could hurt if he didn't allow her to cum though here and there he could allow for it … but that was neither here or there. She took to the challenge well though and there had been much for each of them to groan and moan about.

Ironic in that if she were a normal construct she would have been tireless and thus require no sleep, nourishment or rest and thus could have easily outlasted the man beneath her though that had not been the case here as his freed hand slide down to allow his fingers to dash over her clit rubbing against in as quickly as their bodies were coming together though before long his hand descended, fingers tracing along he slit of her sex before two of them began to press into her there filling that neglected passage with the same urgency that they had already shared.

He had not been in a rush to make her cum though he was eager to hear those noises. “OH YEAH, FLAME!” Continuing to bounce her off his lap he watched the sway of her breasts half sitting up to consume his lips with her own.

"Oh God, Whitney!" Unexpectedly her every word appeared to have inflamed the venerable male even further, seemingly nigh unlimited stamina driving him into her rump without respite. What an incredible man, one of her personal guilty pleasures no doubt considering how he'd managed to spend his days alone in spite of sporting something as extraordinary as that tremendous girth and endurance far beyond those of his potential lovers.

"Harder. More! Pound my hole!" She moaned out euphorically in hopes of encouraging him to savor the moment to the fullest for it would be a waste not to motivate the charming mayor a little more, shimmering crimson eyes upon him which sought Whitney more than anything in their little corner of the world, bouncing prominently above him. "Please, cum more! Cum in my ass again!"

He would last longer, but she wanted more even though passing out would be truly a shame. Perhaps Flame could entertain him with the talents of her lips and tongue while the young woman recovered from mind numbing bliss, but even then she would pass up on another moment of riding the vigorous stud of a man.

"Auugghh!" Her back arched, getting closer to that desired release already as her lips had been usurped by his own, swiftly drawing him into a deep and passionate kiss the likes of which were destined solely for long lost lovers.

She daringly ventured further along that enormous love pole in unmatched dedication and urgency, spread wide around the thickest slab of meat the buxom sorceress ever recalled stuffing her rectum to such an irresistable extent. Pain and pleasure intermingled deep within the blazing fires of her loins while her resistance swiftly crumbled beneath their impassioned lovemaking, the lush flesh of her hindquarters inching closer to that mighty pelvis.

Flame convulsed violently upon slamming her lavish hips straight down on that towering scepter which embedded him completely in feverishly heated tissue and the intense vortex of raw turmoil induced lust had been washing over him in blessed tidal waves of adamant pleasure, her luxuriant hips nestled up perfectly against his groin. Chiselled out around him the passionate female dared to venture further down the line and had been rewarded with an intense peak, shuddering delightedly albeit wholly immobilised given the overwhelming nature of their ferocious union, holding onto him tightly while her senses were sent reeling.

Inner muscles contracted around him powerfully, the sensation balanced on the verge of pleasure and pain as her orgasm struck. Her eyelids fluttered in heavenly bliss whereas the crimson shine of these precious rubies rolled back into her head, indulged wholly in what the old man achieved. She breathed heavily while calming down slowly, her marvellous frame exhausted further though retaining consciousness he seemingly hadn't reached the end of the line just yet.

The dirty talk was working to spurn the mayor on as he bucked up at her from below as if he were a a man a mere quarter of his age. He wanted so much to comply, to unleash another generous load inside her though he had been utterly incapable in doing just that as aroused as she managed to make him.

He filled her, that tightness working over him their pace near reckless though having fucked her so hard where she couldn't sit down did have a certain appeal too for it had been many years since that 12” pole had done just that.

He had particularly enjoyed it in his youth to mess with a lover's ability to walk properly the next day and that was preferred though this union allowed him to feel young again.

His eyes widened though as she managed the hole 12” that had been pressed into her tight body, his scepter throbbing wildly at that joining quite suddenly.

That accomplishment when added to the others had nearly been enough her own orgasm was what tipped him over the edge. “FLAME!!!” He roared out her name as she would feel such effort and determination rewarded as he filled her toughly. Part of him had wanted to cum but the fact that he did so now had been accomplished by several different factors.

He looked forward to flooding her womb in the future but for now a gasp of content left his lips and while he was not exhausted he probably would have been ten times so already if not for that off handed wish he made. For now though he throbbed within her bringing more of that liquid inside her as he continued to fill her in those long seconds.

“Simply amazing, Flame.”

Deeply sheathed amidst her heavenly prison of flesh he'd swollen beyond incredible stature and promptly flooded Flame with the liquid reward of his insatiable loins, thick and luscious sperm pouring into the tightly sealed orifice which never ceased periodically squeezing and sucking on that enormous girth while exhilarated sounds of approval continuously ooze from these lush ruby lips.

"Amazing .. It's pouring in .. directly .." Her voluptuous frame twitched and spasmed mildly with each and every eruption of hot cum which had been added to the reservoir already concealed within her lavish rump, twin orgasms sloshing around inside her with even the slightest motion. "Gawd, I'm .. I'm so full .."

She felt relieved to have taken all of him albeit slightly whorish during her elated performance, straddled above him as the nubile sorceress heaved and lowered the luxuriant bounty of her delightful love pillows with every lungful of highly regarded oxygen. Nobody ever conquered Flame in much the same way, let alone make her feel full and bloated to capacity although Roc certainly came closest with the threesome he had arranged previously.

Unlike the morning following their lovemaking, however, the alluring firecracker believed that Whitney would most certainly prevent her from sitting down anywhere. Her weight supported wholly by the venerable male given the connection of their hips Flame teasingly raised one of her hands and traced over his chest whereas the other affectionately held onto his own, savoring the moment and every breath she could manage. "Naughty old man .. shooting so much cum into me .."

Her mischievous smile graced his presence while shimmering rubies descend upon his grey eyes in their heavy and exhausted fashion, the youthful spirit spent even though she experimentally raised her hindquarters slightly once more before crashing down on that tremendous shaft, mewling happily at the pleasure derived from his intrusion. "Auugghh .. My, my .. you're still hard."

Flushed features glanced down at him, unwilling or downright incapable to close the distance as her lips tingled delicately in their closeness, wishing to seal them with his own. "Uhhnn .. I .. I don't think I'm going to last another round .. but it's been worth it."

“When you are full you stop eating,” he mused as his gazed set upon her own. He had succeeded in giving her something to talk about at least and he gazed up at her delighting in that closeness and the feel of her hand. Of course if she were seeking to hide matters from her companions then it was good that he had a private guest room in mind for when they rested.

“There is no need for a third round, not unless you wanted to but you wouldn't last so there's no sense pushing yourself. I'm surprised though that you managed to take it all and make me cum.” His hardness would slowly fade though in time he knew.

Leaning up the rest of the way he stole her lips with his own as they danced along hers, a single hand squeezing against her own, he tried out this tongue thing again that she had taught him as he initiated contact in that realm this time, his tongue melting against her own though the excuse to breath parted their lips and at last he allowed her to disengage from his lap.

He was a little slow getting back to his feet, achy bones at his age though he was not done touching her helping to affix her clothes and leaving her here to fetch a towel or rather fetch a Retriever that had fetched the towel.

He returned with it so she could further clean herself up as needed.

“Flame,” his tone light, he rubbed her neck sensually but left it at that, whatever he had to say, a thank you or more than that was a matter that must have been understood in that brief silence. He broke it before long though.

“Should you meet the others or should we seek to explore this Cinder option a little more?”

"I have to admit I haven't had a whole lot of .. experience in my lifetime." Flushed cheeks lit up even further after pushing out that confession. Surprisingly enough she didn't sleep with many men and he had been the third overall who entranced the fiery lady in that regard. Perhaps someday the buxom sorceress would have enough stamina to endure another round following the one they stopped on, but on that day fate denied her that pleasure.

In their unusual exchange between generations Flame certainly learned a thing or two from the charming mayor and in return taught him the blessed union they fell into once more as their lips met, feverishly basking in the delight of their touch though sooner or later they had to embark on another journey.

She stood, more or less upright for Whitney had left his mark in the form of an incredibly stinging sensation which had taken her a moment to adapt to, preferably not sitting down anywhere anytime soon. Water and soap were added to the goods they sought retrieved seeing how his scent clung to her crimson locks and face and someone of the assembly would surely notice the difference, but once properly dressed and cleansed he spoke, the notion of her name sending pleasant shudders down her spine.

"I know." Flame timidly nestled up against the venerable male whereby he would feel lush ruby lips tend to his exposed neck one last time, their tingling warmth bestowed unto him in loving farewell before the two of them were bound to return to the matter at hand, leaving the blessed encounter behind for the time being. For how long the young woman wasn't certain at the time, but she hoped that they would have the chance to indulge in each other in the future once more.

Secretly his female companion preferred the equivocal silence over receiving thanks in response to the events that transpired here. He didn't receive her fondness out of pity and Flame would not have pursued Whitney should he ever decline her most alluring advances. She never thought of their lovemaking as a gift either, but rather something meant to be shared and equally treasured yet mulling over these minor details in her mind they were prompty discarded as not truly essential to their relationship here.

"Well, I'm thinking about what information we could possibly feed him that might be interesting for Bryne. Delaying his discussion with Tori for even a few hours until we have retrieved Abdul to help capture the Forgotten Four would serve our cause greatly." Surely he would know that somebody else meddled with their affairs should he catch onto their scheme. He appeared to be rather intelligent and any mistake on their part or poor timing in general would allow them to prepare for their intervention further down the line.

"I slipped up by mentioning Spencer, but I doubt that'll carry any significance in the long run." She paused, wondering whether or not including Typhoon in their plan would be wise although he knew about as much about the Forgotten Four as Flame herself. "I suppose the simplest method would be to enhance the conflict in the group itself by making Cinder believe that we have stolen the book of his Master in the service of another member of the Forgotten Four, but I'm not a shapeshifter nor an expert in spreading dissent."

“Making excuses?” He teased, smiling a little as he said it. “You did an amazing job. In my youth I was lucky to find some who could last half as long and only one has lasted longer so that is nothing to scoff at.”

He added the things she requested to the list returning with them so she could clean herself up thoroughly. It was a fantastic time that they shared. Certainly they had learned a thing or two from each other here today and in the future he had hoped to learn more from her as they returned to indulge in each other.

She seemed to understand what he had left unsaid without speaking, his neck rewarded with the heat of her lips and he embraced her for a moment before letting the moment slip away. Helping her clean herself and any tell tale traces here the issue returned to the matter at hand.

Whitney considered the matter. "From what I have gathered the two are unaligned and I'm guessing even Bryne would hesitate to enter open hostilities with Tori. Although on another Shadow her sister, Sable, is quite powerful. Strong enough to challenge the King of the Fae, Oberron, and even holding him captive for over a year's time.”

Though he wasn't up to speed on everything it did occur to him that even Bryne might have a few concerns about that.

“But just as good as shape shifting is illusions and most Fae are pretty good at them. I haven't read much about Faery Dragons though dropping Spencer's name is probably no big deal, he simply isn't famous or powerful enough to be know as far as I can tell though it people like bounty hunters get involved it's just one more scrap of information to help them out.

“Causing a bit of dissension in the ranks may by us a little time or make it easier to widen the rift between them. Learning that spell already shows us he's paranoid of the others and doesn't like the guy with the multiple personalities much.”

Sable certainly played part in the tale or was meant to be overthrown by her weaker sister after retrieving the magical marvels concealed within the Blue Shrine, but either way the two of them appeared to be working on matters seperately rather than as one combined entity, possibly sharing any existent workload considering all the different scenes and realms which occured under their reign such as the retrieval of Nicodemus' feather and Goblin Warrens respectively.

She doubted they had to worry about her straight away although the young sorceress wasn't naive enough to think that upon defeating the witch they would all be safe from the wrath of her sibling. Flame averted her stream of thought from the matter and considered their possibilities in delaying the inevitable long enough for them to strike. "Hmm .. I suppose Zephyr could make for an adequate scapegoat, but perhaps targetting someone he expected to work against him even less would add to the surprise when he finally does consult Cinder on why anyone would try to steal his book."

Fortunately they weren't devoid of certain blessings considering that in her company were two Fae, one of them fairly close whereas the other had stayed behind with the remainder of the group. "I'm uncertain as to how Spencer would fare trying to impersonate one of the Forgotten Four, but his acting is quite noteworthy. Unless you would rather not fill him in on the Vault's existence I'm sure he could get things done."

Naturally they couldn't remove the scriptures from the library or at least her understanding of the situation interpreted matters along those lines, but surely filling him in wouldn't harm anyone seeing how he might never return here to spread that knowledge.

Flame grasped her own chin in thought. "Bryne might not intervene straight after listening to what Cinder has to say, but we could sow the seed of suspicion and enhance what tension already exists between the four. After all I highly doubt he has developed the Flames of Purity spell for any other purpose than betraying his supposed allies and due to their current talks with the witch he might hesitate a little longer before either agreeing or disagreeing to her terms, whatever they may be."

For the moment they needed sensitive information for Cinder to relay to his Master even though actually compelling anyone or anything to retrieve the tome itself would be far more important further down the line.

Sable. She had been the adversary in Alynia's journey on the Shadow of Llyndoria. Tori had been used once in a tale with another student though how or if things looped upon one another was tough to say though Aegir had made great strides from the uncreative entity he once was.

Now he assembled matters locking pieces together much like a puzzle. For now the focus was one the matter of Tori but his scenarios were never absolutes and deviated with the interests of those that were in them, influenced for good or bad by them and sometimes, though not often, his moods.

But just what happened had been based on their success or lack of it. Ryu stayed focused, always a plus, and Whitney considered her words.

“He is already paranoid of him so it could serve to make him paranoid of other sources as well.”

Whitney considered for a few moments, his thoughts brief. “Provided he keeps quit about the place I would not mind, especially if his acting skill are so good.” He's accepting of this, she vouching for her diminutive associate.

Whitney considered for a moment. Something juicy and yet something that drew the bulk of attention too along with these seeds of doubt that they could sprinkle.

“If your friend is a terrific actor we could set the stage well … perhaps something along the lines of one of his associates forming a powerful alliance with a creature or creatures or even negotiating something with Tori, that alone could be of greater paranoia if he believes his position is in jeopardy, a replacement chose or what have you, whatever sounds believable.”

Flame mulled over the matter in the back of her mind and nodded in acknowledgement. "His leadership amongst the group would be threatened and considering his plans to inevitably rid himself of the other three, I'm fairly certain that all of these scenarios should work, especially in regards to the witch."

Scheming behind his back Bryne had essentially been robbed of trust in his allies and the negotiation partner he found in the witch, either putting any further advances on the Blue Shrine on hold or in the very least halting them briefly due to how delicate handling the issue might turn out to be. Any inquiries amongst the Forgotten Four before pressing on and they had been successful to an extent, keeping them preoccupied in search for answers.

"I recall that the Forgotten Four have a Fae .. Winter, I believe .. I could take on her role unless we settle on another although I doubt I'm capable of mimicking sufficient degrees of arrogance." Slowly Flame colored mildly, taken aback by viciously commenting on another individual although she had a valid excuse in the sense that Gale happened to be of Fae origin. "I'm sorry .. I've had quite a blast with Elven company lately, you see .."

Her acting wasn't the greatest, but possibly believable unless voices could be altered with illusions as well in which case her talents weren't needed for the fabricated show. But Winter was only one out of two potential targets considering that they ruled out Zephyr from the very beginning in hopes of spreading his suspicions across more than one person. "Sludge happens to be the weakest from what little knowledge I've gathered on the Forgotten Four and I imagine that being opposed by the weakest link might unsettle him more, let alone his supposed attempt at betraying him in favor of another."

She cast Whitney a contemplative glance. "What do you think? I barely know anything about them and would rather have someone actually versed on the subject matter determine which performance would be feasible."

They didn't need an amazing lie, just a believable one. One was best that allowed the target to fill in the blanks and make assumptions. They still had the issue with Bryne getting the information for himself but that was something that they could wok out fo themselves late. Getting the basics down with what they wished to conveyed was the big thing at present after all.

“What is it?” He noticed her color and he following confession slip out though Whitney grinned knowing how arrogant the average Fae could be on account of their long lives, perhaps that was why Spencer was so easy to deal with. He had a finite, albeit short life span and didn't live a long as other species that believed that they knew it all by the very fact that he had been around for hundred of years. He had not even been around for a decade and barely more than half that, though he had been an adult probably in his late teen's as far as Flame could guess. It was tough figuring out a Fae's age since a lot of them seemed extremely immature even if being around for a few hundred years.

“you, my dear, won't be acting at all, not unless you want them to suspect a rouse from the start. Your acting just isn't that good.” He kissed her and smiled. “Beside, I can't picture you are an arrogant Fae, let the Fae play that part if he wishes he probably has been exposed to the mind set often enough."

Whitney considered the options and what he knew. There were the histories then the gossip. He turned the matter over in his head and if necessary they might be able to dig up some useful information on any of the Elementalists or whatever was needed to further their rouse seeing the nature of this place.

“As I see it Sludge becomes very viable if we could explain a spike in power, something that makes him more confident. Getting a hold of a magic item, starting an alliance that shifts the balance of power, even talks with Tori and promises of power can work … but Tori is aligned with the Efreeti, Zephyr represents Smog so a rumor about Tori supplying him with Efreeti of his own to help oust Bryne may have some merit. He knows the Fire Element after all and the Efreeti are Fire based creatures so it could make sense. Perhaps it is best to speak with your Fae friend and see what he thinks.”

She laughed tenderly, nervously even as Whitney called her out on the coloration of her cheeks which had been obvious to anyone in hopes of avoiding any misunderstanding on the matter. "I must apologise. I never meant to sound presumptuous by denouncing an entire species as arrogant, nothing more."

Not that he wasn't appealing and left his mark on her given the continuous pulsations of strained inner muscles which ached enticingly and the remainder of seed savored by her backdoor, but in her opinion they wrapped things up pretty nicely for today.

"Oh, I'm aware." Flame acknowledged his reasonable critique without taking the claim of her lackluster performance to heart, not that the graceful woman could ever hope to think poorly of the charming old man. Instead the young sorceress preferred him in that honest manner which conveyed the notion that he did not believe her to be dishonest in regards to her profound interest in him and that alone would be beneficial to their mutual fondness should they meet up again. She would have never exploited him for bodily pleasure by feigning adoration and had been sincere ever since they met save for keeping other affairs hidden away in the back of her mind.

"Mmm .." Basking in their moment of undiluted passion Flame drank from his lips, tending to the profound tingling he had left behind there earlier before pressing on. "I suppose you're right. Spencer happens to be miles ahead of me in both acting and familiarity with other Fae. However, I trust he will keep silent about the Vault once we tell him that he cannot mention it in front of anyone." He could be mature when he wanted to which he'd proven time and time again.

Nothing indicated that Whitney welcomed the idea of filling in any more individuals on the precious yet concealed edifice of knowledge solely due to their sexual endeavors here in the library, he simply didn't appear to be the kind of person who would be easily swayed by such thoughts. Besides, Flame seduced him before they even remotely considered using Cinder against Bryne which surely explained a lack of malice there. "Yeah, I imagine speaking to him next would be best, but I'm not sure how far his abilities go, to be honest."

Once more the bountiful crimson haired vixen offered her arm to the mayor. "Shall we?"

Naturally they would have to unhook them further down the line, keeping their relationship under lock and key from the prying eyes of her travelling companions in case anyone wound up revealing the rather suspicious union of the two after they set out into the streets by themselves without supervision, but at the very least they had something to show for their prolonged absence.

“Well not all of them are arrogant, but that seems to be the norm when dealing with non Fae, exceptions could be found of course,” Whitney chuckled a little as he contemplated the matter. He had understood what she had meant, that she was probably generalizing here.

He knew that their were all sorts of illusions that could mask appearances. There were all sorts each becoming more and more complex but she could probably pull of what they needed and certainly their Fae traveling companion or the other sorcerer.

The simplest were visual illusions, each additional type added another element to this base. Next was audio and so sounding like the target would be easy. Olfactory, thermal and then the greatest of all tactical which combined all these elements together .

“I figured as much. Though it's good enough to fool the Memphit. It's not very smart after all, think child like intellect, pre teen perhaps.” She was able to fool Goblins too so it reasoned that beings that weren't so smart were those that she could trick. It wasn't that the target had to be so dumb but bordered on the fact that she was so honest that being dishonest was something that most beings would pick up on.

Spencer had indeed proved that when the chips were on the line he could be focused. Whitney allowed for her to provide the recommendation and that was good enough for him. He delighted in the feel of her lips, even now as they parted he could still feel them. “Then we shall let him do all the acting for us.” He was wondering just how good this Fae was if she was giving his skills so much credits.

“We can ask him how capable his illusions are and if he can't do what we need of him we need not mention anything.” They could and would play this by ear as he took up her offered arm in his. The closeness of her body, that heat, it all thrilled him to no end.

Finding Spencer and Typhoon had not been a difficult task, though as Typhoon relaid that Renee was inside her bar, working away at her project in the basement. Spencer had found the key in an upstairs bedroom but left it so as not to alarm Renee though his magic had not been skilled enough to find the right door and Typhoon had not seen it in any of the public areas of the bar so it must have been in the basement or the apartment above the bar itself but later on that as they had some business now ...

Ryu rarely lacked talent in the lie and fabrication department before heading to Shokushu where the matter swiftly began to change in her search for yet another new beginning which never truly worked out with her own family around. Back in the early days the sweet and beautiful gemstone was meant to pose in the background whenever festivities came around and look pretty for everyone who attended these self glorified parties while her brother delighted in the attention and was usually destined to harness all the glory for himself. She evolved after getting thrown straight into purgatory, in a sense regaining her freedom in spite of how hopeless matters appeared to be on the island, finally blooming in the environment and becoming the person she was always meant to be.

But none of that mattered now. Flame lacked the strength which resided in lies in much the same way although leaving out particular details generally worked well in her favor considering that they weren't truly birthed from dishonesty.

"Yes, I understand. You know you can rely on my discretion." Her affiliation with Abdul ensured that the lovely sorceress held at least minor degrees of trust in her possession even though she never truly discerned whether the gallant charmer by her side had been aware of her true nature or not for exactly the same reason, but even then his female companion happily guided his attention elsewhere for the moment as they departed from the Vault and subsequent library sections.

"Aren't we going to take the scenic route?" Lusciously smooth and peachy skin flowed against him delightedly whereby further along his arm appealing silken fingers intertwine with his own with determination in their midst while Flame held onto him delicately, nearly skin to profound lovers in appearance as luxurious warmth washed over the entrapped limb. Her ample bosom had been concealed yet bursting with alluring bodily heat as the youthful spirit kept the venerable male close, heaps of heavenly flesh almost continuously brushing up against him as they pressed on through the remainder of the streets.

She prolonged their arrival to the fullest of her abilities, but no matter of misdirection could hope to prevent them from reaching their destination, after all Flame didn't actually know how to find the establishment. In the end their arms came undone before reaching both Spencer and Typhoon, rather fond of the idea of keeping their lovemaking hidden from anyone.

"Well, I believe that narrows our search down considerably." Both made excellent progress without alarming anyone and managed to find almost everything vital to their success, but even then Flame praised the two for their efforts. "You two have done well, I don't think we would have gotten this far without your help."

Her lips creased into a smile. "Not that our little trip reveals much more regarding our objective, but Whitney and I have spent most of our time in the local library. I never knew that someplace as remote as this City has such an extensive collection of knowledge .. I must admit that I got hooked on the literature there and we've barely gotten anywhere else after that even though he told me there would be far more sightseeing to do."

Crimson eyes casually shift to their diminutive companion as the situation now allowed for an inquiry on the subject matter, drawing upon a slight mixture of his pride in hopes of goading the Fae into wishing to demonstrate his talents. "Say, Spencer? I happened to chance upon an excerpt from a book which described that Fae generally tend to be quite versed in the realm of illusions. Would you say that Faerie Dragons are exempt from that rule or do you think they can compete with others in spite of their frisky nature and limited lifetime?"