Stark Reality (ranged)

Feeling particularly eager, you ready the dubious spell from a distance, aiming straight at Haran's lithe profile. A rustle and a loud gasp met your ears on impact.

Somewhat tan by Nord standards, your eyes trace down her naked back, past the wide, childbearing hips and down to her tight ass. Just a glance filled you with an intense pang of longing and made your cock twitch.

Having realized she was baring it all, the redhead whipped around, preserving her modesty with both hands.

"Markus?! This is...I don't...what did you--" She grew redder and more flustered the more she tried to both comprehend and explain her predicament. You cut her off by closing the distance in a few quick strides, grabbing her around the waist and plunking her down on the counter top. A small shriek accompanied your efforts.