Day 8: Spell
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- feel really relaxed.
“With that done, we can start digging into the rest!” Falin said, continuing to probe into Namari’s mouth. “We’ve got our work cut out for us, Marcie!” Marcille offered a sound of affirmation, and Namari couldn’t think of anything else she could want to do.
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- found their way into Namari’s mouth, and Namari idly let the woman probe around as she rested. Behind her, Marcille had the same idea, but this time for Namari’s ass, and something about the strange, repetitive motion Marcille was doing as she pressed her face into her pillowy dwarf ass made her-

- between Falin’s thighs.
Finally Marcille cried out in victory, slumping over the dwarven woman and sighing happily. Namari swallowed thoughtlessly once again, resting her head on Falin’s right thigh as she caught her breath, though she didn’t think she was holding it. Falin’s calloused fingers -

- so powerful… this spell is amaaaazing..!!” Marcille gasped.
“Amazing! You really figured it out!” Falin laughed. “I bet there’s more to find too! What do you think Namari?”
Namari grunted softly, feeling a strange sense of rhythmic unsteadiness that left her no choice but to stick her face deeper-

Obviously she thought nothing of it.
Eventually her pretty face ended up between Falin’s thighs, which was fine because the spellbook was hurting her head anyways. She tasted the weird salty taste again, but she still got to rest her head between girl thighs, so that was worth it.
“Faliiin, I feel-

- were way softer than the scratchy old wood anyways. Thanks to her short height, she had to almost prop herself up onto the table to get a better look, Marcille keeping her steady with a firm grip on her hips. Namari was having a hard time keeping track of where she was reading for some reason.

“Shit, really?” Namari said, staring down at the new spell once again.
“I can feel the magic on me… it’s like a really thick shield..! This is incredible!” Marcille said in clear delight. Namari felt a strange falling sensation in her body, but obviously thought nothing of it. Marcille’s thighs-

- after a few moments, thoughtlessly swallowing something that was in her mouth, the sensation quickly forgotten.
“Haah, I think, hah, that might be something important… hold on.”
With a few quick words and her staff pointed at herself, Marcille casted a new spell, gasping in suprise. “It works!”

- right now.
“What about that other spell? The one leading back into this one.” Falin said. Namari spent no thought as to why Falin happened to be under the table, arms wrapped around Namari’s thick, twitching thighs. Marcille let out a strangled cry, obviously in revelation, and Namari sat up-

- Namari couldn’t help but let her head sink down face first onto Marcille’s lap. Nothing wrong with being bored of course, even if something about that rambling left a weird taste in her mouth, like soaked salty crackers. Namari just made noises in affirmation at her. She didn’t feel like speaking-

Namari pulled up a chair between Marcille and Falin, sitting down roughly before appraising the spellbook properly. “Are you sure you’re using the right type of magic?”
Marcille sat down with a huff, launching into a whole explanation about her methodology and logic. It was so boring that -

- naked, Namari?” Falin asked.
“I didn’t say that.” Namari said. “Why would any of us get naked in a dungeon?”
Falin smiled in relief as Marcille stomped back to her seat, giving no second thought to why she was sucking her fingers clean. “And now we’re no closer to figuring out this spell.”

Marcille whined in disappointment as she inspected Namari with her hands for any sign of effect. For some reason, she started getting really wet, like her pussy was getting fingered roughly, but obviously she wasn’t. She was the same as before.
“What were you talking about when you said we were -

Namari felt off, somehow, as the spell wrapped around her. Then she realized she felt completely fine, and nothing was wrong.
“Well? Are you feeling protected?” Marcille said as she stood.
“I don’t think it worked.” Namari said, feeling completely average.

Namari dragged her hand down her face, grabbing them both by the shoulders.
“Get up. We’re finding a cleric.”
“Huh?” Marcille whined. “But I have a good reason why it didn’t work!” Namari was too busy stopping Falin from trying to sink her head between Marcille’s legs to care.
“Just get up-“

- me why you casted a weird spell.”
“It’s supposed to be something for temperature protection.” Marcille said, actually acting like her picky magical graduate self once more. “But it hasn’t manifested any effect so far. So we’re trying to figure out what the hell we’re doing wrong.”

Namari barked, and the two girls stared in suprise.
“What’s gotten into you?” Marcille said. “I wouldn’t do anything like that in front of someone else.” Marcille continued to jerk Falin’s cute fat cock while Falin groped Marcille’s small elf tits. Namari decided to stop staring.
“Please just tell-

- cursed. What did you touch?”
“We aaah, didn’t touch anything. We’re just trying to figure ouuut this spellbook, that’s ahhll.” Falin managed.
Namari stomped over and nervously peered over the spellbook. It was honestly just a spell as far as she could tell-
“PLEASE stop touching each other.” -