Ceana
The captain is an older man, and most his age would have gone to seed, becoming soft and weak. While his reflexes are not as sharp and swift as the younger mens, there is experience in his movements, none wasted, as his body shows few, if any, signs of fat, masses of scar laid over muscle.
Still, as she spoke, the three men, turning to look at her are distracted, even as he scowls and smacks them in their head, gut and knees. "Damn whelps..." He growls out, glaring at them, before you. "See boys, never get distracted in a fight, or your DEAD!" He roars out the last bit, rage on his face, even in the slightest degree. "As for us, a good morning warm up. Want to take their place in the ring? You'd need a sparing weapon though."
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Stevo
A look of fear in his eyes, as he scampers away from the gate, the other man looks at you, scared, though his weapon is still blocking the path. A few minutes later,
a woman, dressed in sheer blue robes, silver designs on it walks out, the guard from before walking behind her, as she strides imperiously towards him, looking him over. "Kneel."
Her voice is a whip crack, even as the guards remain standing, the woman's cruel eyes on you, not a trace of the usual lust to be found.
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Celina
As she moans, her body shaking, the warm fluids of her sex squirt out, meating the temptresses own, as the shaman is brought to instant and near earth shattering climax, with only luck that she did not scream out in pleasure, body burning as she was brought to the height of escasty, and as she fell almost limp, body moving only from her breathing, she seems to listen.
Though, as the final words are said, your sex grinding on hers, she seems to give a whimper, though she does not speak.