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Re: Heroes for Hire (Save the Desert Group!)
With the last of the lot lying off in the corner in a happy daze, it suddenly occurred to Solidyn that she wasn't reeeeally able to put her breastplate back on now - not unless she wanted to have linen and leather stuck to her chest all day (which she didn't). She didn't have a towel handy, and she couldn't just lick it up herself or anything. She wasn't going to use her tabard, that was pretty and fresh and new.
She also wanted to get back to work on that. So! She clank-skittered out of the tower, glazed breasts still bare, and looked around for a gruff, whom she then grabbed and wiped herself off with, rubbing the goat-man all over her sticky torso. She licked a palm to wipe away any leftover stickiness, though she didn't use the gruff to wipe that particular moisture away. After all - that would be gross.
"Quitcher bitchin'!" she said when they inevitably complained about getting some twenty or so kobold's worth of spooge in their fur. "Ya can just get one of those sorceresseseses I called yesterday fer a nice cool rinse, and then ya can poke 'er after or sommat. I woulda done it, but I'm in a hurry, ay?"
Afterwards, she scuttled off to climb back up the tower's side to weave some more. She didn't bother with her breastplate yet - neither did she bother with her undershirts and padding. She was shaded, and there was a breeze - it felt good. She could get re-armored later, anyway.
With the last of the lot lying off in the corner in a happy daze, it suddenly occurred to Solidyn that she wasn't reeeeally able to put her breastplate back on now - not unless she wanted to have linen and leather stuck to her chest all day (which she didn't). She didn't have a towel handy, and she couldn't just lick it up herself or anything. She wasn't going to use her tabard, that was pretty and fresh and new.
She also wanted to get back to work on that. So! She clank-skittered out of the tower, glazed breasts still bare, and looked around for a gruff, whom she then grabbed and wiped herself off with, rubbing the goat-man all over her sticky torso. She licked a palm to wipe away any leftover stickiness, though she didn't use the gruff to wipe that particular moisture away. After all - that would be gross.
"Quitcher bitchin'!" she said when they inevitably complained about getting some twenty or so kobold's worth of spooge in their fur. "Ya can just get one of those sorceresseseses I called yesterday fer a nice cool rinse, and then ya can poke 'er after or sommat. I woulda done it, but I'm in a hurry, ay?"
Afterwards, she scuttled off to climb back up the tower's side to weave some more. She didn't bother with her breastplate yet - neither did she bother with her undershirts and padding. She was shaded, and there was a breeze - it felt good. She could get re-armored later, anyway.
Fuck, I thought I'd posted <______>