Mazara probed and examined Sir Garrett to her hearts content. The tall lithe woman loved making the paladin embarrassed and uncomfortable. She had Sir Garrett drop her clothes to reveal her nubile form. Kneading Sir Garretts large breasts caused her to let out a moan. Sir Garrett blushed turning away from the Mazara who smiled in glee. She proceeded to jab fingers into the paladin’s moist pussy. Sir Garrett cried out in shock mixed with pleasure.
Sir Garrett’s face grew crimson yelling, “I hardly think you needed to do that!” She covered herself with her arms and hands.
Mazara feigned hurt say, “I am a professional how can you accuse me of unprofessionalism. You can leave until you are prepared for a thorough exam. I will not risk your safety by not truly understanding your curse.” She turned away sniffling though Sir Garrett heard what might be a snicker.
Sir Garrett reluctantly said, “I am sorry Mazara I will consent to your probing.” She stood quietly waiting for Mazara’s response feeling cold with no clothes on her vulnerable body.
“Put on your clothes on I will continue in thirty minutes. Make yourself comfortable while you wait. There are a couple potions that I need to work up before we continue.” Mazara said as she walked away from Sir Garrett. She silently cast a spell to King Emeril messaging him about the condition about Sir Garrett and what he wished done about the paladin’s condition.
Sir Garrett shook her head at Mazara’s fickleness. She dressed herself then found a couch to lay on while she waited. She couldn’t truly relax in foreboding atmosphere of the study. The energy of magical tomes permeated the air.
The King’s words came to Mazara…
