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Re: Hafnium Test Thread
Despite her most thorough efforts, Lenalee would find no lingering traces of any magic worked on Mari at all. If there had been any, it was long gone. Her magical examination would similarly reveal no result to be alarmed about. Mari's womb was empty, at least of children.
Unfortunately her head proved to be similarly empty, in the metaphorical sense. The only thing that would yield under Lenalee's initial efforts to make the rogue was the firm flesh of her bouncy ass underneath the mage's fingers. The mage's ensuing shaking and kneading would cause Mari's rear to jiggle hypnotically and eventually elicit a groan, more pleasured than groggy, from the other woman but accomplish little more. Her first few strikes against the rogue's ass would accomplish more of the same, only with Mari's groans joined by the satisfying smack of flesh against flesh. By the midway point, however, Lenalee would realize that somewhere in the rogue's stupor she was becoming aroused by the spanking, the most obvious evidence in the way her manhood filled with blood and slowly became erect at the abuse her ass was enduring. By the time she'd moved onto her next option, Lenalee had only really succeeded in leaving Mari's cock at full mast and her own hand print on the rogue's backside.
It require another use of her magic to finally wake the woman, dropping an orb of cold water that left the rogue, the mattress, and all of the sheet that remained on the bed and underneath Mari. As an added bonus, it would finally draw a response from Mari beyond her wordless groans, although that response was a string of profanity lasting for over half a minute as she flailed and fell off of the bed in her startled confusion and then looked around in the room in a panic before her eyes settled on the mage and she regained her bearings enough to calm down.
"Purple-skinned bitch succubus," she spat irritably after Lenalee's question, casting the mage with a look that gave her a likeness to an angry, drenched cat as she got back to her feet and plopped onto the bed causing a wet splash in the process. "She was in here just a few seconds after you left, like she had been waiting for the chance. She was all over me, had me tied up as soon as your spell wore off. Next thing I know I was on my knees...." The rogue blushed and looked away, marking perhaps the first time Lenalee had ever actually seen the woman embarrassed. Her expression as she turned back toward the mage was more frustrated than anything though. "I think I am okay, she only wounded my pride. She left when the sun rose, said she would be back for round two tonight. If she is dumb enough to show her face to me again then I will show her who the meat is," she irritably promised more to the room at large than Lenalee in particular.
Lenalee: HP = 55, PP = 80, EP = 85, Status = Pregnant.
Despite her most thorough efforts, Lenalee would find no lingering traces of any magic worked on Mari at all. If there had been any, it was long gone. Her magical examination would similarly reveal no result to be alarmed about. Mari's womb was empty, at least of children.
Unfortunately her head proved to be similarly empty, in the metaphorical sense. The only thing that would yield under Lenalee's initial efforts to make the rogue was the firm flesh of her bouncy ass underneath the mage's fingers. The mage's ensuing shaking and kneading would cause Mari's rear to jiggle hypnotically and eventually elicit a groan, more pleasured than groggy, from the other woman but accomplish little more. Her first few strikes against the rogue's ass would accomplish more of the same, only with Mari's groans joined by the satisfying smack of flesh against flesh. By the midway point, however, Lenalee would realize that somewhere in the rogue's stupor she was becoming aroused by the spanking, the most obvious evidence in the way her manhood filled with blood and slowly became erect at the abuse her ass was enduring. By the time she'd moved onto her next option, Lenalee had only really succeeded in leaving Mari's cock at full mast and her own hand print on the rogue's backside.
It require another use of her magic to finally wake the woman, dropping an orb of cold water that left the rogue, the mattress, and all of the sheet that remained on the bed and underneath Mari. As an added bonus, it would finally draw a response from Mari beyond her wordless groans, although that response was a string of profanity lasting for over half a minute as she flailed and fell off of the bed in her startled confusion and then looked around in the room in a panic before her eyes settled on the mage and she regained her bearings enough to calm down.
"Purple-skinned bitch succubus," she spat irritably after Lenalee's question, casting the mage with a look that gave her a likeness to an angry, drenched cat as she got back to her feet and plopped onto the bed causing a wet splash in the process. "She was in here just a few seconds after you left, like she had been waiting for the chance. She was all over me, had me tied up as soon as your spell wore off. Next thing I know I was on my knees...." The rogue blushed and looked away, marking perhaps the first time Lenalee had ever actually seen the woman embarrassed. Her expression as she turned back toward the mage was more frustrated than anything though. "I think I am okay, she only wounded my pride. She left when the sun rose, said she would be back for round two tonight. If she is dumb enough to show her face to me again then I will show her who the meat is," she irritably promised more to the room at large than Lenalee in particular.