Soren sighed impatiently. This women Aimee infuriated him. Why did she insist on groping Ike at every possible turn. Soren decided to help his pal out so that Ike could avoid awkward moments with her.
"Sorry but this Silver Sword is 10,000G."
"That's ridiculous, market price is never above 2300!"
"That's business, mage. Unless...you showed me that Brave Sword of yours..."
"Are you daft? I'm a wind mage!"
"No I meant your Brave Sword," she said seductively this time as she got on her knees and began undoing Soren's robes.
Soren had no idea how to react, but his hips bucked instinctively as she deepthroated him. "Aimee...anyone could see this..."
"I closed the tent with a Light Rune (FE7...why are you here if you haven't played it), you can't leave for an hour or two". She continued to suck him off, and slightly began to speed up- and he did likewise- until he was practically facefucking her.
He flipped her over and said, "Let's see how you like my Rod of Ages in that cunt of yours."
Aimee moaned erotically. "I don't understand what you're saying but it's turning me on."
Soren shoved her into the ground harder and began to hammer her like someone with a Golden Mallet in Smash Bros.
Aimee took him by surprise when she flipped him over and began to bounce on his staff. "Oh yes...Soren...I'm CUMMING"
He pulled her to him and kissed her as she rode out her orgasm, shortly followed by himself. He got up, put on his robes and said "So how much for the equipment?"
Ike couldn't believe his eyes. "Hey Soren did you strip for Aimee or something? How did you manage to afford all this equipment? Guess that's why you're Staff Officer!"
Soren was dying on the inside. Ignorance was bliss.
