"And yet your lord led you to me, didn't he?" She looks into his eyes. "Wouldn't you call that some sort of divine providence?" Vasha's hand moves up Luke's thigh. "I'd be ever so sorry if you got hurt, Luke... Why don't you let me help keep you safe?"
"I'm a perv, and you're a masochistic slut. If you weren't married, and I wasn't engaged. I'm sure we would have made a great couple." Mori replied, smiling acting as if nothing weird was going on. He starts to pull out the butt plug to free the milf's asshole, and let his cum out.
Luke was mesmerised by Vasha's eyes for a moment, not even noticing were her hand was going, 'I-I don't know if he did...' He pried his eyes away from her for a moment, 'Why? Why do you care for my safety? I don't understand it... you've got magic, you're powerful. What can I possibly offer to help you take down Anai?'
"You have the potential to be great, Luke." Vasha leans in close, their faces nearly touching. "And besides, I like you." Her hand comes precariously close to his still erect member.
Mori waves at the viewers, "Quiet now, unless you want to make a show? I can happily oblige." He teased, placing the butt plug on a nearby surface. The smuggler then uses his fingers to tease Eloise's holes.
'I...' Luke looked lost in her eyes, before he leaned forward and his lips crashed against the Egyptian priestess' lips. The kiss was fierce and ravenous, like some inner demon had taken hold of the young man. He wrested Vasha down her back on the bed, the bed sheet slipping from him as he leaned over her. His body was finely muscled from long hours training and his cock stood at attention. It wasn't the largest Vasha had ever seen in her long life, but it was far larger than one might expect from Luke's looks. His body pressed down upon her, as he continued to kiss her, starting to kiss down her chin and neck, but as he paused for a moment, a look of shock and realisation came over his face. He recoiled, withdrawing to the foot of the bed, his hands grabbing the bedsheet again to cover his erection, 'I... I'm so sorry... I don't know what's going on with me. In here... my mind and feelings are all jumbled.'
Mori moves away from the railing, moving behind the milf. "Lean forward, and push your ass towards me. Unless you want them to see what I'm doing behind you?" He ordered, already reaching forward to grope her asscheeks.
"Damit, all become of you!" Natasha said angry and stab gangster in the back, killing him without mercy. Now she have another problem. She is naked, with few weapons and backpack in maze of magic and she is lost and lost her companion. "I wonder if he still is alive." She said to hersellf and try to return after her tracks, but she know it will be pointless. But she didn't see better option. She cover her breast and pussy and go back.
"I think you have a pretty good idea," Dylan replies with a smirk, "but in the spirit of cooperation, I'm willing to go along with how YOU were planning to celebrate. Within reason, of course."
Vasha moans happily into the kiss, her arms wrapping around him, sighing contentedly as he positions over her with his erect length. Her legs wrap around to stop his retreat, her grip not strong enough to pin him against his will, but enough that he'd have to make an effort to escape. "You don't need to apologise, Luke..." Her hands stroke his cheeks and make him look into those piercing eyes of her. "Like I said, I like you..." She grins. "I'm a high priestess of Isis, the goddess of love. People's emotions are amplified when they're around me. What you're feeling is natural, just...stronger than normal."
Once she leaned forward, and put her hips out. Mori grabs her waist, he starts rubbing his cock against her pussy. "Hmm. I wonder which hole I should use?" He teased, "The front... or the back?" He asked, using his cock to rub against her pussy, while his fingers trace around her asshole.
'I'll say... it's nearly overwhelming,' Luke said, gazing into Vasha's eyes. He remained perched atop her, trapped by her legs, 'I nearly raped you... my mind was so foggy.'
Spoiler: Dexterity Roll D100: 96 (Crit) With identical bookshelves rising up in row after endless row, Natasha finds herself lost quite badly, but luck strikes as she manages to spot the gangster's dirty footprints, tracing them back to where Max is.
Dylan does as asked, laying back on the bed, hands behind his head. His manhood juts up at full mast in anticipation.
Natasha can't believe her luck as she follows footprints. She hopes that Max is still there, idea of wandering alone in this temple is so scary for her, ewen if that means she will be watched by men.
