(Sorry about the delay, been having stress issues involving a lost wallet, loss of drivers lisence and ID. Thankfully its been sorted out, and everything is k)
"I'm sure she would have been fine... besides, shouldn't you be worried about yourself?" The merchant grinned, watching as the wolf girl began to service in him earnest. Kissing it, and lovingly serving it for that discount. It was all lewd, debauched, and perhaps something poor Sierra had never seen before. After all, in heaven, they likely knew very little of cock sucking. As for Valerie, she likely wasn't to happy that such an act was routinely called 'the elven arts'. Likely by dwarves. Dwarves were assholes that way.
"Fuuuuuck..." Pharen groaned, watching the lewd display, and genuinely surprised by the fact she was able to take down the massive organ with seemingly very little difficulty. After all, most girls reacted with cock shock, and then didn't know what to do. For all the bluster and bravado of an average adventurer, having a 10 inch cock shoved into your face was about as foreboding as coming across a dragon. And it was curious, as he was unaware of a sleeping dragon likely not more than 200 meters away.
Scientists would call this an astronomical coincidence, with two things within such close proximity being able to shock adventurers. Fortunately, scientists really don't exist in this world, so we should ignore all of their claims, and focus on the cock sucking going on.
Grasping the back of Luna's head, he pulled down, watching her eyes flutter as he face fucked her, and not letting her come back for air. "1.....2.....3..." She could hear him count, grasping her ears and rubbing them as he continued to hold his dick inside her throat. "4....5....6..." He was still counting, but to what? And still, he didn't let go of her head, clogging her air supply.
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(Gotta roll under, but without that listing, seems you have a Str of 16, and rolled a 14, so you're good!)
Tackling the surprised, and drunk dwarf, the pair of you go sliding down the stairs like a sledding hill. The dwarf's armor causes surprisingly little friction, as you skirt along the ground, crash through some tables, before ending up a few feet from the door in a crumpled, metal heap.
And it was at this point, Medrakis could see he made a vile mistake. "Oh... gonna..." The dwarf had turned a lovely shade of verdant green. Which was odd, as despite dwarves coming in all colorations, green was not a normal one. It seemed clear to the dragonborn that the dwarf was about to blow chunks, and he was in the line of fire. He had precious few seconds to react!