Sees talk of massages and relaxing. âGods please...â

seen from TĂźrkiye
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from South Korea

seen from Maldives
seen from Russia
seen from South Korea

seen from TĂźrkiye
seen from Poland
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Switzerland
seen from China

seen from Japan
seen from United States
seen from South Korea
seen from TĂźrkiye
  Sees talk of massages and relaxing. âGods please...â

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
@jadethornguildâ / sc.
       â is the pelt . . . real ??  â adeline asks , eyeing the cloak with curious eyes . sheâs been thrown into yet another odd situation and itâs taken a few days to adjust to her new surroundings . . . if this man hadnât saved her previously , adeline is sure sheâd have lost her life .
@jadethornguildâ | continued from x |
  A sharp glare would be aimed at the fiery being who stood to oppose him, a low growl of a voice stating his thoughts openly. âIf I planned to attack her, Spark, sheâd have been sent through the wall by now. Youâre welcome to try your best, and be sent in her place.â A usual challenge issued to those who stood against him, yet no real desire to follow up with it at this moment. Shown by the fact heâd continue to approach, his eyes locked upon the face of the âimpâ he had once fought to near death just to destroy.
  Tense silence would fill the air for a moment, eyes watching her closely for some form of reply beyond holding this other imp like being back. His body held on a hair trigger to react if needed, yet finally she spoke...not some damning curses or threats, just cooperation. âFine. Lead the way.â He had no reason to trust her not to try her tricks on him again as soon as they were out of there, but he had some vague sense of hope that sheâd listen...for a little bit at least.
  He owed it to them both to get this damn mess sorted.
@jadethornguildâ
Dusting off her hands on her skirt, she rocked off her log and took her place behind him. Not giving him a chance to change his mind.
The smell of rabbit searing over the campfire filled the air, the meat hissing and popping over the open flame, as she carefully started to comb her slender fingers through his snowy mane. Taking extra care to de-snarl the knots when her nails caught on them. âDid you teach yourself to braid?â Sheâs ask after a bit, casual conversation to fill the quiet. Finger tips lightly scratching along his temples to smooth the little hairs out.
  He wasnât exactly used to this kind of interaction, often finding himself alone in his travels. But, the moment her fingers began running through his hair, a long slow exhale would escape from his chest...shoulders slumping and body fully relaxing. If only for a little while...he wasnât gonna fight it. âKind of...some people used to do it for me, but I eventually just took it over myself. Wasnât fond of strangers getting that close after a while.â The reason of which was ever so slightly showing itself through the ash white tendrils of hair covering his neck. A small bit of long healed, burnt, flesh. A single glimpse upon the part of a whole. âThey usually wanted us looking our best before we went out to try and kill each other. Helped to keep the crowds attention or something..â
  âTold you. The walking ant hill has one thing on his mind.â

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
@jadethornguildâ Cont. from here | x |
 There was a plan. Arrive at the nearest home or establishment, toss out a few lies or manipulative words, get some treatment for his wound, and rest a little before going out on his own once more. Simple, straight forward, and easy.
 Yet somehow, with only a few words it nearly seemed to have worked out too well. A single brow rising ever so slightly at the startled sounds of clutter being tossed around, a dainty figure nearly tackling him in her hurry to inspect his wound...in truth, it nearly ruined his âactâ completely.
  âO-oh my missy, sorry for startlinâ you. Just figured with the bleedinâ and all itâd be best to go searchinâ for some help.â There was a special care taken to avoid letting her realize the lack of eyes within his sockets, tilting his head ever so slightly to bring even more focus onto the wound and the wound alone. Heâd need to ârevealâ that if she started asking too many questions, after all what harm could a lone blind elf truly cause?Â
  âAll a bit fuzzy, but it couldnât have been more than a handful oâ minutes. Was all but walkinâ in a daze before the stinginâ caught up with me and I realized it wasnât sweat tricklinâ down my face.â This bit wasnât entirely false, though the cause may have been...altered a touch to make things a bit simpler.Â
  âNothinâ else but a few scrapes anâ bruises. Nothinâ I canât handle.â
tfw she doesnât just look like a snack, sheâs the whole damn salad bar.
nervous sweating