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Boobs

one boob

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Guess who finally finished her first BG3 run? EDIT: I fucked up my Tav's feet so i fixed it xD

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Dame Aylin

Prints!: https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/caioeduardo42/dame-aylin/

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dynamic trio

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Karlach from Baldur's Gate 3. I'm very happy they added her as a companion, she's amazing :)

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Rónan & Ciri, inter-dimensional quickie

This wasn’t the first time a portal had opened in front of Rónan. It wasn’t even the first time said portal had then deposited a beautiful woman at his feet. It was the first time that the woman had simply rolled to her feet, drew a sword and dispatched the monsters who’d been very much about to make him their lunch. Alright, it was actually the second time. But this time he’d actually been able to help!

The battle that had introduced them had been fierce, more than a little terrifying, and brief. Once the monsters were dispatched he thanked his savior for her aid and offered to buy her a meal at the local tavern by way of more a proper thank you. She’d introduced herself as Ciri, and made a counter proposal. She didn’t think she’d be in this world long. She said she could already feel chaos beginning to gather around her again. The fight had gotten her blood up and with what she estimated at less than an hour left before she disappeared from his world, she suggested that they instead skip the meal and get straight to the sex.

How could he refuse after she’d saved him?

They found a shady spot under some trees a little ways away from the battlefield.  Rónan’d barely gotten his weapons put aside before Ciri had him pressed up against one of the trees. She kissed him, hands working with quick sure motions at his belt and armor. Armor he’d expressly designed to hide the clasps and connections after Ameera had demonstrated how easily his old set could be undone during combat. Ciri stripped it from him in less than 10 seconds. 

Just who was this woman?

She didn’t give him time to ask more questions. Belt undone, she slipped down to squat in front of him, tugging his cock free as she did. The blow job was quick, almost perfunctory, a means to an end more than an erotic warm up to sensual delights. She licked him a little, then sucked him a little more, and as soon as he was hard enough, she abandoned the effort, leaving him a little disappointed. He wasn’t disappointed for long. 

Laying down in the grass, she lifted her hips, hooked her thumbs in her own pants and shimmed out of them. “Come on. What are you waiting for?” He joined her in the grass, sliding between her legs and lining himself up as she stretched out. That first thrust earned a groan from both of them, his a reaction to her unexpected tightness, hers a self indulgent sound of pure contentment. She shifted to meet his next thrust, rolling her hips into it in a sinuous movement that coaxed him deeper than he’d intended to go. Her walls clenched around him as he withdrew, trying to hold him in. Her smile was absolutely lupine. “Afraid you’ll hurt me? Come on, show me what you’ve got.”

Gritting his teeth he pushed back in, this time altering his own angle to maximize his stroke depth. As he did, he reached for his power, letting his consciousness flow out of him and into her. For a moment he was down beneath himself, looking up at his own goofy expression as he braced himself above her. He felt what she felt, and without thinking about it he shifted, moving to put a little more pressure right where it would… He retreated from her mind just in time to see her reaction. It wasn’t much, just a little breath and a widening of eyes, but it told him he’d hit the mark. She gave him a much more appreciative look. “Well well, I guess you know a trick or two.”

“Or two.” He agreed. He thrust again and she rolled with him, both of them working to find the other’s rhythm. It didn’t take long. Within a half dozen strokes they were moving together. Her legs closed around him, heels hooking behind his thighs, urging him on. Without the need to hold her legs apart, his hands roamed her body, sliding up under her shirt, running over hard muscle and tracing the lines of a surprising number of scars. Her hands by contrast were lifted over her head, holding onto the trunk of the tree. At her urging, he picked up the pace, hips moving faster, cock sliding deeper. Her breathing picked up, eyes going fuzzy. Slipping back into her mind, he felt climax just starting to push at her, the pressure nearly but not quite overwhelming her. He also felt just what he’d have to do to push her over the edge. 

Cupping one of her modest breasts in his hand, he caught her nipple between thumb and forefinger and squeezed. At the same time, he slammed forward with everything he had, scraping his knees a little on the forest floor as he did. The combination of sensations set her off and she bucked under him with surprising force, twisting and shuddering. He rode it out, still peaking into her mind and reading the sensations flooding through her. It muted his own pleasure down to a vague feeling at the back of his mind, barely strong enough for him to notice, but it let him read her like a book. He kept the pressure up, pounding into her with steady, deep strokes that pushed her through the first climax and nearly onto the second before he finally withdrew.

And was immediately hit with his own body’s quivering tension. So focused on her sensations he’d completely missed the growing heat and pressure in his head. Now that he was back in his body it slammed over him in a rush. He staggered, his pace slowing for a few strokes in reflexive reaction to the sudden pressure. Snarling something inaudible, Ciri’s hauled him forward, using her legs to tug him back into her. That was too much for him. The pressure burst in a sudden rush, exploding into her and leaving him feeling momentarily drained. 

Ciri took it in stride, riding him the same way he’d ridden her, albeit from the bottom, hips rolling, stroking out every drop he had, letting the wave of his cum push her over her own edge. Letting go of the tree, she reached up for him, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close. Her nails dragged along his back, scoring lines of burning pain along his shoulder blades as she snarled into his chest. 

Then it was over. She released him, lifted her hips a little to plant her feet on his hips and pushed. He fell flat on his ass, his cock landing in the dirt, dust and leaves sticking to the messy tip. Ignoring his sputtering, she rolled to her feet smoothly. 

“Thanks. That was fun.” She gestured. “Toss me those?” “I… what?” Rónan blinked, realized one of his hands was resting on her discarded pants, and tossed them to her. 

She caught them and started to step into them. “I’d love to stick around, but any moment now I’m gonna-” light started to flicker around her and she gave him a grin. “See?” She blew him a kiss. “Thanks for a good time. Be seeing you!” 

There was a flash, a sizzle and when he opened his light dazzled eyes, she was gone, leaving him sitting on his bare ass on the forest floor.

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Salvation Burns

"What was your plan with the Duke?” Njike asked, standing over the bound and naked Succubus.

On the table, the succubus struggled with her restraints. Her arms and tail had been stuck through holes in the back and chained to the floor beneath it. The table itself was set at an angle so that her feet touched the floor, each locked into its own short length of chain that gave her enough room to struggle, but not enough that she could actually close her legs. Her eyes, an unnatural purple, flicked from the cleric’s face to the unlit candle in her hand, a thick cylinder of pure white wax. Njike thought she saw something flicker behind those eyes.

“Yes,” She said, wiggling the candle back and forth, “this is blessed wax. I got from the chapel not an hour ago. If you do not tell me what you were planning, I promise you will feel its bite.” “Torture?” Amusement rolled through the demon’s words. “You think pain scares me, cleric? You know nothing of pain! I can endure more than you or your kind can do in a hundred years.” “Debatable.” Njike said. “However, pain is not my only tool.” Reaching with her free hand, she released the clasp of her holy robs, letting them fall away. Beneath them she wore a black leather bodice that lifted and displayed her modest breasts beautifully. The symbols of her five gods made up the silver clasps of the bodice, and scriptures were stitched in gold along the sides. Letting the demon drink it in, Njike ran the fingers up the naked skin of the demon’s inner thigh. “I’ve learned much from your kind, creature. Your kind wield pleasure and seduction as weapons, and yet that is a two edged sword. One I have found to be as useful to me as it is to you. Last chance before we start, tell me what your intentions were with the duke and I shall simply banish you back to your unholy home. Make me extract the information, and your remaining time on this plane shall be spent as my plaything. And I promise, by the end, you will be begging me to let you stay by my side.” 

The succubus smirked. She’d said similar things to countless mortals. The fact that this redheaded holy woman thought she could match herself to her was laughable. “I wanted to break his little mind.” She said, letting her contempt show in her voice. “There was no grand plan. I was simply bored. If you’re really curious, cleric. I was going to make him my pet. Lead him around on a little leash while he kissed my feet. It’s all you mortals are good for after all.”

“Very well. If that is your answer.” Njike lit the candle with a short prayer. “Let us begin.”

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The succubus hissed as a trio of fresh drops splashed against her naked breast. They burned hotter than any wax should have, the blessing on the candles making them do what normal heat could not. Dozens of cooled white dots marked her, pale splashes against the muted crimson of her demonic skin running in a line from her inner thigh, up her belly and over one breast. Njike continued to move her hand in a slow circle, dribbling a circle around the demon’s dark nipple without ever actually touching the sensitive mound. Instead, she bent forward and kissed it once the circle was complete, letting the wax dry completely before starting her next pass.

She hadn’t repeated her questioning once she’d started, working in silence so she could better gauge the demon’s reactions to her efforts. Now as she brought her lips away, she noted that she’d left the nipple erect. They were making progress. Positioning the candle over it, she paused, looking demon in the eye. Those eyes had held defiance when they’d started. Now there was something else behind. Another good sign. Moving slowly, still holding the succubus’s eye, she tipped the candle to the side, letting the wax bead visibly in the bowl around the wick, pausing just another moment. The delay was minimal, but it gave the demon just enough time to strain in her restraints, twisting to catch the falling bead squarely on her areola.

This time the hiss that followed still held pain, but it held something else as well. Njike had her. Tipping the candle further, she allowed another three drops to fall, each one eliciting a hungry sound as they hit. Good. Moving once again, she retraced her earlier path, drawing a fresh line of white spots leading from the demon’s now heaving chest down over her belly, making her way slowly towards her crotch. A crotch that grew closer as the demon twisted again, trying to get the wax where she wanted it. Njike let her have two. The drops landed within a few inches and the succubus moaned. Njike righted the candle immediately, causing the next bead to roll down the side and over her own finger. She ignored the spike of pain. The demon’s eyes had closed as she’d rolled her hips, now they flew open, finding Njike staring right back at her. The cleric smiled, and that smile sent shivers through the succubus. They both knew what that moan had meant. 

Moving around to stand over the foot of the table, Njike held the candle directly over the succubus’s crotch. The demon went perfectly still, her eyes shifting from Njike’s to the flickering golden light of the candle’s flame. Moving very slowly, Njike let a single drop fall.

The demon screamed.

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A few hours later, Njike emerged from the temple’s cellar, her holy robes restored, the stub of the candle cradled in one hand. In the other hand she held the end of a leash, a braided leather affair that stretched back behind her to where it connected with a steel collar. A collar fitted snugly around the throat of the succubus. 

The priest in charge of the temple looked from Njike to the demon and back, his eyes growing wide. “Sister, is…” ���The threat is over, brother. You may let the duke go. This one was unable to complete her seduction before my intervention. Had she succeeded, she’d have instructed the duke to impose certain new taxes and restrictions that would have created considerable unrest among the people they impacted. Then, in a few months, another member of her cult would have arrived to point the finger at you and the temple as the sources of the duke’s change of mind. When she does not report however, they will know their efforts here have failed. Keep an eye on the duke for a few weeks and I believe the danger should pass.” “Thank you, sister.” The priest looked marginally more relieved. His eyes drifted back to the demon. “What will you..?” “I am not done with this one. Yet. She is going to lead me to the local meeting place for her cult that I may cleanse this heresy before I leave the region. Isn’t that right, creature?”

“Yes, mistress.” “See.” Njike inclined her head to the priest. “Thank you for the use of your cellar and your candle. They were both of great use.”

She left before he could ask another question, the succubus crawling behind her, occasionally kissing her feet.

Art Credits go to @ayaletnihazi for Njike's art, and to Kinky Queen for the succubus.

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Next time, somebody else is bait...

Usually, Ameera actually liked being bait. She got to laze around waiting for the bandits or monsters to come to her instead of going through all the trouble of hunting them down. But usually, she was allowed to then beat the living hell out of said bandits or monsters. This time, the monster was the son of the local lord, and he’d paid them a lot to bring him in uninjured. Which meant no stabbing, no kicking, not even a little punching. Ameera just had to sit there and let the damn werewolf do its best to eat her until the trap was sprung and the silver lined net caught it.

Only, the net didn’t catch it. Either Suvi’s design had been flawed, or the beast had just been quicker than they expected. Instead of getting caught, it had bounded clean over the net, slipping past it and into the cave they’d set up their ambush in. To make matters even more fun, in the process of its evasion, it managed to slash the net’s upper supports, dropping the weighted thing on the rest of the team as they’d rushed in from behind. 

Now they were trapped, and Ameera was left staring down nearly ten feet of angry monster. Oh. And she still couldn’t punch it. 

Luckily for her, she knew of at least one other way to keep a werewolf busy. Especially a fairly new male. “I fucking told them it would come to this.” She muttered, holding her hands out.

“Hey there big guy. Sorry about the net. I wasn’t trying to hurt you…” She backed away from the wolf, pretending to be scared. “But you were too smart and fast for me. I’m trapped. All at your mercy.” She felt her back hit the wall. “Now that you’ve got me, and you could do anything to me… anything at all…” You didn’t seduce a werewolf. At least, not the usual way. They were too aggressive for that. But aggression, she’d learned, could very easily be redirected. If she gave it another outlet… The wolf bounded forward in a sudden rush, and Ameera had to fight the urge to slap aside the reaching arms, box his ears, and dive between his legs as it recovered. Instead, she pretended to be frightened and twisted just enough so that the outstretched hands hit the stone instead of her, bracketing her between them. Up close like this his smell was almost overwhelming, musky and animal and primal. Her pulse quickened. 

He snarled, and she didn’t have to feign the flash of fear that ran through her this time. She might be confident in her skills, might rush headlong into certain danger for the fun of it, but no amount of confidence or brash would keep those teeth and claws from ripping her to shreds now that she’d let him inside her guard. She’d burned her best chance to avoid him. Now she just had to pray he’d latched onto her not so subtle suggestion. 

Still growling, he stepped closer, pulled one furry arm away from the wall, and brought it up between them. She held her breath, body tensing for whatever he did next. The hand blurred, there was a flash of sudden, sharp pain on her chest, and then her tits popped free as her top was shredded. Damn it, she liked that top. 

Stopping down, the wolf nuzzled and snuffled at her exposed tits before running her tongue along one of them. She shivered. It was wet! But it was also a good sign. Reaching down between them, she released the buckle of her belt. She liked that belt too. It and her gear clattered as they hit the floor. “Horny.” Whether he was talking about him or her, Ameera didn’t know. And as the fear of a moment before gave way, she admitted that either way, he wouldn’t be wrong. She’d hoped for a fight, but she’d settle for fuck. 

“Then take it.” She said, not bothering to try sounding frightened or submissive now. Why bother? He was getting with the program now. Still caught between him and the wall, she twisted around, pressing her ass against cock unsheathing itself between his legs. She wrapped her tail around it, gauging its length and girth. He was big boy! She could work with that.  “Come on big guy, show me what you’ve got.”

The next swipe of his hands ripped her skirt and underwear apart the same way it had her top. Even if she was offering it up willingly, werewolf was still gonna werewolf. She sighed. Then gasped as he shoved forward, pushing into her in a sudden rush.

Her breath caught, eyes going wide and mind momentarily blanking as he sank nearly halfway into her. He snorted, breath hot and wet on the back of her head, and pushed forward again. She moaned, not feigning it at all. He might be brutish and dumb, but so were half the guys she usually fucked. A little brutishness could be fun. 

A hand landed on her hip. That hand was nearly as big as her waist. Claws dimpled her skin, pricking hard enough to hurt but not deeply enough to draw actual blood. He was bracing her. With his grip secured, he started to fuck her for real, setting an aggressive pace. For a few moments, she simply let herself enjoy it. And why wouldn’t she? A big dick was hammering her tight little tiefling pussy. What wasn’t to enjoy? In fact, she kind wished he’d - 

As if he’d read her mind, his other hand came up, grabbing one of her horns, pulling her away from the wall and leaving her hanging entirely in his grip. His pace increased, fucking her hard, the meaty slap of it joining the snarls and growls echoing around the cave. She let her own voice join the sounds, moaning and gasping with unfeigned enjoyment. Getting used like this was the best thing that could've happened after the trap had failed. Her tail thrashed, a physical demonstration of the feelings crashing through her. It slapped the arm holding her hip and she wrapped it around him, squeezing as tightly as she could. 

Pressure built, swelling until it felt like she would burst apart with it. She almost gave in to it. Almost. But no. If she let herself cum now, she’d want to cum again. And again. And again. She needed to keep her wits about her at least until…

With a snarl, he slammed her up against the wall, driving the air from her in a sudden rush that left her unable to speak as he unloaded inside her. Heat, wet and thick rushed into her, pumping in spurts strong enough she could actually feel the individual bursts. It boiled out past his cock, running thickly down her legs and dripping audibly to the floor. His cock withdrew, more of the cum splattering to the stone, and for a second she thought he was actually spent. Then something pressed against her ass and her eyes went wide. The fear she’d abandoned rushed back in instant. She was NOT having any of that!

“Guys!” She wheezed through lungs still burning a little from the impact. “Anytime!” The werewolf stiffened, his growl changing pitch, then he released her, tossing her to the ground as he whirled towards something she couldn’t see. Struggling to her hands and knees, she turned slowly, legs still a little shaky after the fucking she’d just gotten. 

What she found didn’t surprise her. They had the werewolf down thanks to a combination fey sleeping magics and something Suvi’d dug out of her pack. Even as she watched, Njike and Bua were fitting the net over the sleeping wolf. Suvi, in typical fashion, had a flask out and was scooping some of the cum still leaking from his cock head into it. Rónan crossed to her. “Sorry it took us so long. You okay?” “No.” She gasped, fingers of one hand already rubbing hard at her clit. “I’m fucking close. One of you better finish what he started or I’m kicking everybody’s ass.”

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Suvi's New Assistant

Originally written as a short for Patreon. Hope you enjoy!

“Wow. You’ve got quite the set up.” Grissy looked around the lab. There was equipment and ingredients here she couldn’t even name, and for once, all the tables were at a reasonable person’s height. 

“Thanks.” Suvi shrugged out of the cloak she’d been wearing, giving Grissy the first good look at the alchemist since she’d met her on the street. Dark hair just starting to go gray was pulled into a loose tail, that as Grissy watched she gathered and coiled into a sloppy bun, securing it with a couple of pins she picked up off a table. She wore a leather underbust corset over a light linen shirt that left her shoulders and an impressive amount of breast exposed. An exposure that the pearl necklace she wore only emphasized. A number of vials and tools hung from a leather belt, and a slit in her skirt revealed a thigh strap carrying a few more vials and a knife. Those skirts were white, and stained with a variety of colors ranging from dull grays to bright blues and sullen reds. Suvi caught her looking. “What? Do I have something on my boots?” “I just haven’t seen an alchemist who um… showed so much skin before.” Grissy blushed and averted her eyes from the slit in the skirt. “Oh! This isn’t my work outfit.” Suvi smiled. “This is what I wear to walk around town and pick up cute goblin girls.” “To pick up -” Grissy spluttered, blushing even harder. “I thought you said you needed a lab assistant.” “I do.” Suvi gestured around at the semi organized chaos of the room. “I’ve got all manner of things in here that might react badly to being mixed, and I’m not 100% sure where all of them are. Deon over at the All the Way Inn told me you came by looking for work, and I figured I could pay you to help me clean up a bit. Definitely need the help.” “It looks like it. Shit! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…” Suvi laughed. “You meant it! And you’re right. It’s a mess. How’s four silver rounds sound to help me get the place straightened up?

It sounded too good to be true. Silver just to do a day of maid work? Grissy’d done a lot more for a lot less before. But it was never good to seem desperate. “How about six rounds?” “How about five, and I’ll throw in something to eat?”

“Deal.” A meal she didn’t have to cook herself was worth at least a silver, at least, it was to Grissy. Cooking was not one of her skills.

“Excellent!” Suvi’s eyes sparkled. “Now, would you like to eat it now? Or after we’re done cleaning?”

“I had breakfast a little while ago, so I think I’ll be okay before I need more food. I’m happy to start cleaning.” “Who said anything about food?” Hopping up on one of her workstations, Suvi spread her legs and pulled her skirt aside. “I just said I’d give you something to eat.”

Grissy nearly squeaked in surprise. She hated when she did that. “I… you…” Suvi reached under her skirt and hooked both hands in her underwear, wriggling out of them. “I spent the last three hours over in Nunnery helping take care of one of the girls without even getting a single tumble for my trouble, so I’m a little pent up from listening to everybody else having some fun.”

Grissy’s job search hadn’t taken her to hee Nunnery yet, but she knew it was one city’s more popular brothels. She glanced around the room, fidgeting in place for a moment. Suvi dropped the slightly teasing tone. “Hey, if I pegged you wrong, my bad. You can just say no and we’ll get right down to cleaning. I didn’t mean to-” Grissy took three quick steps towards her and shoved her face between Suvi’s legs. “Woah! Guess I didn’t peg you wrong!” “You can peg me right if you want.” Grissy’d tried to be on her best behavior ever since getting into town. Tried so hard. There’d been the merchant staring at her tits she could’ve flashed for a discount. That doorman at the inn who almost certainly would’ve let her in if she’d let him bounce her on his dick first. And another half dozen times she’d suppressed her inner horny to keep up with the ‘civilized’ nature of the big city. Now some strange alchemist woman was offering her money and sex to clean her lab. Grissy couldn’t deny herself any longer!

She ran her tongue along Suvi’s slit, tasting the tart bite of the older woman’s arousal. It was like the first hit of a drug she hadn’t even realized she’d been craving. Scrambling to get closer, she increased her pace, licking up and down and around before sucking hard on Suvi’s clit. The gnome gasped, and hands landed on Grissy’s head, fingers digging into her scalp. She didn’t care. All her attention was now on the pussy in her mouth and sounds its owner was making as she worked. 

Lifting up a hand, she slid two fingers into Suvi while she focused on the clit, alternating sucking and using the tip of her tongue to tease the sensitive little nub. At the same time she curled her fingers inside the woman, rocking them back and forth, searching for her g-spot. She knew it when she found it, because Suvi’s legs suddenly stiffened on either side of her, body quivering and a short, sharp breath escaping in a single word. “Fuck.” Grissy grinned into the pussy lips. Her fingers moved faster, churning back and forth, working the sensitive spot mercilessly as she redoubled her oral efforts on Suvi’s clit. It wasn’t her best work, not the ideal angle, but she gave it her all, and soon the gnome was rocking and shaking on her worktop, all at forming full sentences abandoned in favor of simple moans and hungry demands for more. 

When she came, it was like another hit of Grissy’s drug, a flood of cum and heat that sent her entire body to shivering. Grissy pulled back, smiling from ear to ear, her entire lower face glistening. “Did I earn my four silver?” “Girl, you earned more than that. Fuck cleaning the lab. Come back up to my bed and do that again and I’ll give you gold and a job while you’re in town!”

And that was how Grissy became an apprentice alchemist for a few months. 

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Adora the Witcher

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I really enjoy Dungeons and Dragons and the Dungeons and Dragons movie was great. Have a dangerous cubic slime.

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How do your OCs fight?

Ameera is all about close up violence. Kicks, punches and spear work if she needs a weapon. Bua is a heavy hitter, just pound enemies into the dirt with his club. Ronan uses a mix of Fey illusion to control the battle field and hit from different angles with raw arcane power. Suvi fights from a distance, relying as much on potions and her alchemical mixtures as on her crossbow. Njike mixes magic and melee, buffing herself or her allies with holy spells before wading in with shield and sword to handle the problems personally.

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Beau's Tattoo

yup

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Centaur cleric from our homebrew campaign ^^ not my character - she belongs to other player. But i just wanted to draw a cute deer girl!

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Fearne