"By Standing Here? I Suppose You're The Type To Blame Wind Resistance On A Bad Shot As Well." He Literally

"By standing here? I suppose you're the type to blame wind resistance on a bad shot as well." He literally didn't want anything to do with her gun so he stood off to the side staring into the middle distance for any Grimm or otherwise ambushes.

"Tch, get behind me." Regardless on where at Atlas dog, bared their fangs, he still was responsible for her protection- and protect he shall!

Bang

The shot from the rifle rang out as Eira pulled the trigger, but when she checked where she’d aimed, she growled softly in anger before glaring.

“You made me miss my shot.”

Great. Now this mission just got a lot harder.

Getting closer to hear all this, Lance would roll his eyes, he was here five minutes and already there were unscrupulous people about, he'd approach the merchant from behind, listening to his insults and rudeness towards this woman- it didn't matter if she saw him, he'd put a finger to his lips as he's sneak up.

Even going as far as to take a bag of gold from the merchant's cart using his tail and long coat to hide it; once he was close, he'd put a hand on the shoulder of the shorter man.

"Do you kiss your mother with such a vulgar mouth?" He'd firm his grip and lower himself so his face was next to his to whisper. "From what I heard, you gave her free passage then tried to charge her with her appearance looking lewd to you, disgusting- here's an ultimatum for you." He'd pull out his sword it spiked with ice dust to make more jagged edges. "You leave with your head attached, and I'm not talking about the one on your pathetic shoulders!" Hissing, he was awaiting for an answer, please resist, it would be so fun.

Katara was traveling alone these days, with the war over she was dedicating a bit of time to traveling the four nations to learn what she could and improve her own bending in her own ways. Usually it wasn't an issue, but every now and then she ran into some complications. Usually the complications were easy enough to resolve, a bandit or a thief that was trying to rob her on the road, maybe a road block due to falling trees or something like that. This time though, the issue was that the traveling merchant she'd camped with the night before was now trying to charge her double for letting her sleep in his wagon. Merchant: "Look lady, if the price is too much then we can always, you know, negotiate. After all you're a beautiful woman, out here alone, maybe we can work something out to our mutual benefit?" Katara's temper flared at the suggestion, her eyebrow twitching with rage. "Do I look like a prostitute to you sir!? We agreed on a price, I expect you to honor that!" The merchant laughed at her. "Ha ha ha! Really? Yeah you do look like a prostitute, what you think people don't notice when you go around wearing nothing under them clothes? Bitch every time you bend over I can see your nipples under them water tribe rags you've got on. And I charge double to sluts and whores!"

Lance at first would just stare into the middle distance at that statement, before looking at his giant owl.

"It's a semblance, it's not a real animal, Falcor won't bite you; I assure you." That was a funny but silly statement. Snapping his fingers Falcor would lower for her to get on, he'd lift her by her waist onto his back. Then he'd join her, sitting behind her. "...Unless you scream then he will bite you. Hang on!" He was just teasing, Yang could hear the humor in his voice as they'd both take off.

Flying high over the ocean waves.

"Well, that wouldn't be the craziest thing I've done so... Yeah, let's do that" Yang said as she slowly walked towards Lance and Falcor. "I just hope he doesn't bite me"

A lesser man would of cum between these buxom bosoms', but not him, The Vacuain demon was more than just a slayer of Grimm and man, but also a layer of women. His stamina was insane, not to mention higher as a faunus.

Their chins would touch the tip, not as thrilling as many would think, but the plush cheeks slathered around his cock, made him throb with anticipation- growing several more inches till it suck in-between the pair or women's lips. His own moans low and high but stimulating. He was holding back a nice big wave, it was coming but he wanted to enjoy this feeling more.

"Uhh, fuck...." This was also his first threesome that he didn't coward out of.

Momo moaned loudly, shivering and focused on his cock. "So big...I don't...I don't..." Only to get silenced by Pyrrha kissing her, their chins were just above his tip, crushed between their tits. So much pressure a lesser man would have cum already.

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