Thread: Unfolding legends (Sharub x Bravocherry)

Sharub said Nana blushed to the words of Bran, despite she didn't saw anything under her frilly skirt, even expcting undergarments of course, she imagined that the hem allowed an intriguing view of her privacies. Well... yeah... such a pretty straightforward girl. Eh? hehe? Nana was clearly showing embarassment, so she tried to distract that with a tale from her tribe Y-you see. Is not so uncommon. I guess. It must be a sort of tradition of this city, i recall girls and womens on the streets on our way here that were similar. Despite nobody told me, i am pretty sure this is a traditional clothing for the evening. Yessir. said her crossing her arms under her chest, nodding as if to approve her own thesis, allowing her brown mane to wave on her side. Abruptly, from behind her, an arm appeared, causing the mare to emit a neigh of surprise. It's me, Silly! said a familiar voice, soon a pair of breasts covered by an almost transparent white silk-material appeared in her view as the waitress giggled and with abilities worth of a court jester placed their dishes on the table. Nana gulped, Clearly too much straightforward, that lady thought her, still, her thought were halted by the need to eat, and watched at the delicacies on their table. A steamy bowl of soup lied under her muzzle, allowing her nose to catch every aromatic flavour of that food, while on her opposite, roasted meat was placed in front of Bran. Followed two mugs and a piece of bread. Nana thanked the maid that giggled again and walked away, leaving the two patrons to enjoy their foods. My my, oh my! exclaimed her while sniffing again the soup, closing her eyes in a dreamlike face grabbing the wooden spoon on her side, she roamed the bowl Lemme guess Potaroots, onions, cabbage, carrots... enough for me!. If it wasn't for her clearly mature body and appearance, people would have bet several coins on the youthful age of the mare that was so excitedly sniffing what was just and nothing more than a well done soup. She darted her large tongue toward the spoon Akh exclaimed while leaving her tongue almost dangling Too hot!. She almost forgot of her partner-in-quest Oh, sorry, i got caught away. Enjoy your dinner! Click to expand... Aye Grunted Bran in response. He took a swig of his ale. Bitter taste. He swished it in his mouth for a second before swallowing. Typical Dwarven brew. nothing special. He thought about the girls from the streets before, tantalizing and tempting as they were. If ye want, we can go back a down that way, I'm sure one a those women could show a filly a thing or two he mused,smirking and looking back over her soft body. He shifts, now having pulled his hand from his pocket, and places his left hand onto his mug, his right hand just barely on the handle of his Strangers Sword. He watched as the waitresses went from table to table, putting their arms over each patron. Their fingers dancing across chins and shirt lapels, beckoning their costumers to spend more at the Good Lady's Inn. He wondered to himself if that sort of service came with the room. Perhaps, did this innocent looking filly choose a place such as this.. on purpose? His eyes narrowed, becoming sharp again. His eyes darted across the Mare as she sipped her soup, commenting on its contents. Satchel. Probably with herbs or some other ingredients to aide in magic. Her staff, probably of some enchanted wood, so it wouldn't be easy to break. No, theres no way she would be planning something. His fingers teased the hilt of his sword, which began to hum, faintly. No He thought. Not her. He relaxed, his eyes dulled, slouching back into his seat. She's too.. again, his thoughts lingered on her softest of breasts. His sword shifts in it's place between his thighs, being moved by the stiffness of his own lust, having been awoken by such a young filly, by the whores that flaunted their gifts, and the Lady's den's servants who's bottoms he couldn't help but picture smacking red.