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Taking several moments to catch his breath and let his head stop spinning from the spike of pleasure forced into it by way of his release, Dylan looks up at Layla with a newfound respect. Still, he manages a smirk as he scoops up some of the cum on his stomach with his fingers and holds them up...

Dylan can feel his eyes starting to roll back in his head, the denied pleasure of release now making it seem as if his entire body was THROBBING. He all but whines not wanting to say the words she wants but feeling it may be the only way out of the current situation. "Then.... please...

"Th-Then I'm h-h-honored... to be... worthy... of your... attention," Dylan manages to gasp out, her mouth and throat on his cock, combined with her hands on his balls, and even her fingers teasing his pucker, taking him higher than he has normally managed to go. His cock is throbbing so hard...

A small line of droll starts trickling down the side of his mouth from how intense his grunting and hissing between his gritted teeth are as Layla works him over. She can feel him twitching and throbbing both along the shaft and his balls as his need to release only grows stronger the longer it...

His fingers twitching, Dylan grabs hold of Layla's hair more intently. By pure reflex he pushes down, trying to get her to swallow more of his manhood even though a part of him knows that will only make the blockage even worse.

Dylan lets out a hiss of air between his teeth, his hips bucking towards the blonde's hands and mouth. At the same time, his hands go to the back of her head. He does not push down but he does seem to be enjoying the feel of her hair between his fingers as she plays with his cock and balls.

Humming softly in pleasure, Dylan's eyes lid slightly at the more intense than normal sensation of a woman licking his cock. "Various things," he replies to her earlier question, "Protective wards, runes that enhance the potency of other spells, increase manna production, and quite a bit more...

Dylan does as asked, laying back on the bed, hands behind his head. His manhood juts up at full mast in anticipation.

"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."

Internally he curses not being able to make Layla the submissive in their relationship but does concede that is certainly better than the alternative of his own submission or, even worse, being burned to ash. Still, he was not without options and any harm her friends might be able to do to him...

Trying to take stock of what particular form of protection she is setting up (if he can), Dylan begins his own ritual. He takes the cups, places them on the floor and, after indicating for Layla to get on her knees in front of one of said cups, pours out a very thick circle of salt around the...

"Dylan," the young man says in reply as he definitely seems to approve of her job stripping. He pulls out the supplies he is going to need from his bag. A big container of salt, a pair of shot glasses that he fills with water from a specially filtered canteen, and two small gem stones. The...

"We'll see," is Dylan's reply as he starts to lead her towards the exit. There is indeed a cheap hotel in walking distance. The kind where they expect last minute arrivals due to delays or complications with other arrangements so there is always a room open. Of course, the quality of the room...

"I prefer to be my own boss," Dylan replies with a nod as he finishes his coffee and stands up, holding out his hand, "Though I'm not against being a hired contractor from time-to-time. But only if your case is... compelling enough."

Dylan takes a quick look around before locking eyes with the woman once more. "Something a bit more binding than that, yes," he says, lowering his voice to ensure only she can hear him, "for both of us. And also something we can't work out here, since it involves a form of... mutual...

Dylan mulls over the various rituals he knows that could ensure one having control over another (preferably of a tantric nature, of course). Also preferably one that might seem like she would have a chance but would be pretty stacked in his favor (but if all he can think of is a 50/50 one at...

Dylan makes no effort to hide the fact he does look at those curves before looking back up at her eyes. "Oh, you know," he says before leaning in a little himself, "Give me an item you can't afford to lose or have a member of your team you can't easily sacrifice have their life depend on my...

Dylan thought that over for a few seconds. She was not wrong that mutual cooperation would make things easier but it was also very likely they would stab him in the back if they felt he had outlived his usefulness to them. Of course, he was as likely to do the same to them if he managed to get...

He chuckles as well in response to the blonde's offer. "I'm after what potential the city offers," he says, "Queen Anai had and cultivated some... interesting talents. Talents which are certain to have left traces of power behind."