[Oh, that suggestion gets a pulse of blood pumped into his cock, and they've barely done anything yet. Eskel smiles wide.] That too.
[The witcher's eyes widen when Molly cuts himself, surprise and concern overriding lust for that split second. But then he feels his wolf medallion jump, and Molly's scimitars change. Eskel is quick to start analyzing what he sees. Blood-activated magic - that explains all those fine scars. One of his eyebrows arch; he's in for something new.]
[With one final twirl, Eskel falls into a proper stance, and charges at Molly with a shout. They exchange a few strikes. Sparks and flecks of ice fly between them. Eskel moves deftly, expertise and enhancement behind his dexterity. Their swords cross, and he holds them there for a moment. The light from Molly's radiant blade illuminates the witcher's feline eyes.]
What say you for every point, the loser strips a piece of clothing?
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[Oh, that suggestion gets a pulse of blood pumped into his cock, and they've barely done anything yet. Eskel smiles wide.] That too.
[The witcher's eyes widen when Molly cuts himself, surprise and concern overriding lust for that split second. But then he feels his wolf medallion jump, and Molly's scimitars change. Eskel is quick to start analyzing what he sees. Blood-activated magic - that explains all those fine scars. One of his eyebrows arch; he's in for something new.]
[With one final twirl, Eskel falls into a proper stance, and charges at Molly with a shout. They exchange a few strikes. Sparks and flecks of ice fly between them. Eskel moves deftly, expertise and enhancement behind his dexterity. Their swords cross, and he holds them there for a moment. The light from Molly's radiant blade illuminates the witcher's feline eyes.]
What say you for every point, the loser strips a piece of clothing?