The staff glowed and crackled magically as she swung it casually through the air and Kivan realized he had just stopped a most venerable Druid from going about her business. Then she realized she did not know what, exactly, she expected him to do about it. How long would Tunare expect him to behave like a gentleman before he reacted to Zanhass’s temptations? She watched the muscles in his back stretch attractively as he did so. She pushed her fingers deeper into Cadwarra’s pussy. “Should we move on to other tasks?” he asked, putting down the hammer. She walked more than two hundred feet further down the hall before she came upon a dead end alcove. A little way in, he felt resistance. She seemed to study the scratching in the dirt as if it could tell her something. The panting of the male sex partner rose in volume. Zanhass cupped his chin in both her hands and eagerly squashed his face into her chest, boob deforming under her desperate pleasure.
