Get Fia to Cast Her Magic.

You approach Fia again.

"Hey, can you cast some of your magic on me, I think we're going to fight now."

The tiny, pale magician nods with an enthusiastic smile. Flipping open her enormous leather bound tome, she skims her way through to a page somewhere roughly in the middle. It is baffling to you how she manages to find anything in such a gargantuan book, it must have at least two thousand pages.

"Oh, here's a good one. Sacred Ritual: Strength!"

"Sounds good."

"This one is a sacred ritual, so I have to perform it a very specific way, stand back and let me look at you please."

The girl promptly lifts her robe up, revealing a tight pair of pink panties, with an adorable lace trim around the legs openings. She slides her dainty fingers in the top on both sides and gingerly slides them down her soft, pale thighs. You almost avert your eyes upon seeing her incredibly delicate pussy: almost. It might be the most perfect thing you have ever seen, like a soft, pink flower, topped with the smallest, most aesthetically pleasing amount of hair possible.

Her fingers carefully part the delightful, swollen lips, before reaching themselves up inside, rubbing at the warm, wet walls with an excited vigour. A cute, impassioned little moan escapes the priestess' glossy lips.

You watch, entranced, as the lady's warm sexual fluid trickles down her inner thigh, and she squeaks again with overflowing pleasure. Throughout this entire provocative display she maintains passionate eye-contact with you. Rapidly approaching orgasm, her hand movements grow faster and faster, before stopping suddenly.

Breathing heavily, the girl turns her back to you, and slowly pulls up her skirt from behind, revealing her pale, round bottom to you. She bends over invitingly, still maintaining eye, contact over her shoulder.

Sliding one finger up and down the space between her vagina and butthole, the girl shifts her focus from her pussy to her asshole. Slowly prodding her way into her pristine, pink butt, she releases another squeal of pleasure. You feel yourself throbbing within your pants.