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"Oh, sorry, but she belongs to the Mayor now," replied the glimmerling. "But, I can take you to see her, if you want."

"God, I needed that," Tamara mumbled from between Hilda's massive tits.

"He he he." A sudden girlish giggle rang out through the air. Looking up, the group saw the missing glimmerling, the one with the enormous breasts and dick, hovering in the air some twenty feet above them. "Oh, you're all so cute when you're mad. Especially the little one," she said, eyeing Shizu.

Tamara's belly began to expand slightly, as the puddle between Hilda's feet grew. By the time it was over, the small auser was still clinging to Hilda; supported by her legs, and Hilda's half-flaccid cock.

Tamara's legs wrapped around Hilda's hips, as best they could, as her own orgasm hit. A flashflood of honey and feminine juices surged out of Tamara's pussy and down Hilda's legs, as the smaller woman's womb was filled near instantly.

With his last mission being something of a bust, save for the container he was now trying to open, Galen was running a little low on funds. He only had six-hundred credits in his account.

"Oh, got a malfunctioning lock?" he asked, curiously. "Sure, we have a spare code-breaker that we can loan out. Though, there is an eight-hundred credit deposit."

Sadly, that appeared to be the case, as the final glimmerling had left to trace of either her, or Zera's, passing.

"Come on, Hilda, give me some honey," Tamara demanded, as she took both Hilda's nipples in hand and gave them a mighty tug, while clamping down on her cock as hard as she could.

"Sorry, the boss is meditating right now," came a voice from the back. Galen turned to see a much younger man step in through a doorway that likely lead to the main scrapyard. "Was there something we can help you with?" the young man asked.

Six of the glass vials did, indeed, contain the roiling pink liquid that she had seen being consumed, and used as a weapon, by demons. the rest were a bit different. One vial had a label with a stylized picture of a cow-girl with obscenely large breasts. Another had a picture of a majestic horse...

As she turned her head, Shizu noticed that the glimmerling's gear was still laying around. Aside from four tiny suits of leather armor, their potion belts were also accounted for, and all told there were over a dozen vials attached to them.

Tamara's lips clamped down on Hilda's left nipple, taking long draws of milk, while her hand squeezed and tugged at the other breast, spraying hot milk onto the wall behind her.

Galen walked in to see a small, middle aged man with walnut skin, completely bald, dressed in sandals and a brown shift which might once have passed for an ancient monk’s cowl, before it got completely covered in oil stains. He was perched cross-legged upon a big shipping crate, surrounded on...

[A cleric's damage is a d6 plus strength mod for a Warhammer. Although it doesn't matter, as the enemy only has on hp left.] The enchantments on Castella's hammer came to life, and she was able to hurl the weapon far further than any normal hammer. It slammed into the back of the glimmerling...

"Hey, hey, hold on a second," said Tamara. As Hilda paused, the smaller woman lifted her leg high, and managed to turn around while still impaled on Hilda's shaft. Once they were face to face, Tamara's hands shot out, and practically buried themselves in Hilda's breasts as she squeezed and...

The secretary, a busty gel-girl, gave him little more than a polite greeting, and Galen soon stepped into Esbeth proper. The community, little more than a trading post really, consisted mostly of prefabricated buildings arranged around dirt roads. Making a loop around the small settlement, he...

Sadly, his ship had no hidden compartments, at least none that were big enough to hold an entire shipping container. Fortunately, the large metal box had no icons on it that would indicate that it was anything other than a normal piece of storage equipment. Not that it should matter, most...

The glimmerling went up in a puff of smoke, leaving only one of the twins left. Realizing that she was all alone, she took to air and headed skyward, trying to put as much distance as she could between herself and the party.

[Uh, you add your dex modifier to the roll, not your dex score. And, your damage is a d8 plus your dex modifier. Your not the first person to make that mistake though, so I'll let you keep the roll, just go ahead and roll damage.]