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Irene was eyeing him with a light smirk on her features, an eyebrow raised. She just about caught him staring and his stammering a response to being a wuss simply made her mischievous grin grow. At not feeling his hands on her anymore she turned on her bed onto her side, her head on her hand as she chuckled at his reaction. At his final question she hummed, and pretended to think for a short while. She then sat herself up, swinging her legs off the side of the bed and lifting one leg over the other. "Hmmm what.. next...." Irene let out what almost may be perceived as a diabolical snicker. "How about a duel? Since you aren't a w

"Unngh...", He struggled as he shakily pushed himself up from the dirt below, his hazy vision showing nothing but blurs passing by, shadows and shapes in the distance accompanying the shrill screams that pierced the air since he arrived, that infernal stench of fire and carnage as the deep, throaty laughter of approaching orcs grew clearer. Looking at the large figure with a look of defiance, he reached around his back to the satchel he'd been carrying- "UHN-!", He grunted, interrupted as the orc's foot collided in an upward strike with the underside of his chin, knocking him into the air and back a good several feet, only to fall back t

Lisa can sense the sort of excitement that Allie seems to have about doing this at her own pace, fashion and force. The noise of the young girl's body slamming down harder and faster onto the rigid, meaty and veiny spears grows louder for each passing moment, to the point where it could have even been easily heard in Mary's own bedroom. Wet slapping noises ring out loud and hard, mixing so well with the combined panting, groans and moans of the two young girls. Kisses are exchanged heavily and near nonstop. The young Simpsons girl simply let the other one go as wild as she likes and tries hard to not orgasm just yet."Ohhhhh, daaamnnn...mmmmmn

OOC: Feel free to take the reins of Yuri if you want ^^ Sayori, able to sense some thing much easier and better than others, simply gives her a particular smile again."Ooooooh, nothing...maybe it's just my...imagination", she tells the pink haired girl in a way that it's clear that she knows more than she lets on. For now, she lets Natsuki have to think about that one on her own as she moves onto the club president. The brown haired president then reads over the poem and even though she doesn't really fully understand it, she gets enough of it to see some budding, new emotions showing."Ohhh...very nice. A bit different from your usual, b

"Oh... She was serious about the Amazonian part... That clears it up!" Amon thought as Irene explains her own situation on Sweet Treat. To say it intrigued him was an understatement, and the fact that his curious eyes started wondered here and there before quickly coming back before being noticed at all. Excuse? This lady has a very nice bed. But to also say Amon wasn't invested in the island or it's people was a lie. Sure he beat the hell out of men and... Things twice his size but at the same time they were stuck here... Free of rent and a roof over their heads, and they still acted like absolute asses. He couldn't have imagined what a

Kido chuckled awkwardly in response. “Yes, I don’t think it’s ever not… lively… with Eria around.” The blue-haired girl was charming, but very much excentric, so sometimes he had problems keeping up with her pace and trains of thought. Handing over the herbs, he accepted the coin pouch in return as payment. Then, Shiraori offered him an opportunity. “Sure, I’d gladly help!” the farmboy turned fledgling adventurer nodded energetically and smiled. If it wasn’t too complicated, it would certainly come in handy to be able to make some of his own medicine, he thought. Another awkward laugh left his lips as she mentioned Eria again. “I hope it