She takes her time, occasionally moving up to tease Zaiobe's clit or lick the outer lips. Many long minutes later, Mel looks over at Alaric, her voice innocent, "I keep trying..." on hand resting on Z's thigh, "But she keeps getting more dirty," mock frustration in her voice.
The undead monster in front of Rhost continues to attack him, pummeling him mercilessly.
The creature in front of Hrunndalf likewise continues to attack the Oracle, but cannot penetrate his magically enhanced armor.
Attatoq manages to shrug off the punishing despair. Sensing that his master is still paralyzed, Attatoq decides that it would be best to get back to the pack. He withdraws from the fight and runs as safely as possible towards the rest of his pack, getting in to position so that they can flank with Rhost. However, Attatoq discovers that the bridge behind him is blocked by some kind of unseen force, meaning that there is no way for him to depart without provoking one attack of opportunity form the horror directly in front of him. The monster targets the moving foe and takes a swing at Attatoq.
As Kalimac and Attatoq enter the range of Alaric’s effect, Kalimac finds himself once again able to move.
Liothonae calls down a pillar of flame that strikes the three undead in front of Alaric, Silmemir, and Hrunndalf, burning them with fire and divine energy.
Frustrated about the wasted advantage of reach, Hrunndalf drops Þrumublað and instead draws his greatsword, all in one swift motion. Wasting no time, he brings it to bear against the corpse threatening Alaric, who is apparently the only thing standing between the party and a gruesome death. Three massive strikes rain down on the undead monstrosity. Two of his attacks hit, the second one critically so.
Hrunndalf slices the creature in twain with the second blow, and steps in to take its place.
"Time for your reward." Taking himself in hand, he begins to tease her lips and clit in turn. "Don't neglect Z, love." Maybe it's encouragement, but he takes Mel with a sure stroke. With the amount of attention he received previously, control is relatively easy. He reaches beneath Mel and plays, a new melody to accompany a familiar rhythm.
"Thanks Hrunndalf," Alaric mutters, still clutching the broken link around his neck and concentrating.
One of the creatures that had been fighting Kalimac shambles back towards the fray.
Alaric channels divine energy, searing the undead within his range. Pieces of their unliving bodies flake off and fall to the ground. One of them collapse and moves no more.
Mel takes another step into the air, going closer to Alaric. With a growl she sends a ray of fire into the remaining mummy that still threatens him. As with Rhost’s Earthbreaker and Liothonae’s pillar of flame, the ray does extra damage against the flammable foe.
Rhost continues to attack the same mummy, taking a savage delight as the heavy Earth Breaker slams into the undead corpse. Thanks to the flanking now provided by Kalimac and Attatoq, both of his blows hit. In two quick strikes, he pulverizes it into bits.
Myri says, "सावधान लड़की पूर्ण रक्षा." to Silmemir, and the wolf assumes a defensive posture.
"I really do hate undead." she mutters under her breath. She fires three shots ... but none of them hit the target.
Shalelu likewise misses with both shots, but at least this time manages not to injure herself.
... Apparently because it is Zaiobe’s turn to do so.
Both Shalelu and Zaiobe look ... extremely irritated.
The monster that had been assaulting Silmemir continues to try to do so. Solely due to the wolf’s defensive posture, it misses.
The last of the undead lumbers back towards you from where it had been fighting Kalimac.
Current damage:
Rhost -40
Hrunndalf -20, unknown effect
Kalimac -50, unknown effect
Alaric -23
Shalelu -3
Silmemir -5
Attatoq -20
Zaiobe -5
Headless Three (Kalimac) -11
Headless Five (Silmemir) -56
Headless Six (Kalimac)
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. = 5’ square ground
X = Rock Wall
O = Crevasse (80’ deep)
U = Headless Undead
M = Melinda (and Xanderghul) (5’ up)
R = Rhost
H = Hrunndalf
A = Alaric
L = Liothonae
Y = Myriana
K = Kalimac (on Attatoq)
S = Shalelu
Z = Zaiobe (5’up)
E = Silmemir
Saving Throws:
Headless Wardens
DR 5/-
To Hit
Damage
MUMMY ROT DC 17 FORT
Spirit Wisps To Hit
Damage
Shalelu
Zaiobe
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... Who incidentally is not in melee with my allies, making him easier to hit hopefully. If that one is gone when her turn comes up, she will target one of the other undead.
miss chance
ranged touch attack
fire damage
Rhost moves to engage the next undead. He likes the way they crackle when they fall to bits.
Rhost's blow sails through the misty tendrils -- failing to find its expected result.
Using a finger to mark the page, she looks at him. "You still have one more present to unwrap." Handing him light package. Inside is a clay pot which contains an almost translucent white cream, slicker than oil.
She opens the book, the illustration depicting a fantasy that he whispered to her months before. "This... maybe?" Her cheeks burning a deep jade, "If you want?"
Calling out advice and exhortations to his fellows, Kalimac rides Attatoq towards the middle of the front line as he drops his lance and draws his close quarters sword.
Her lips return to Zaiobe's a moment before Alaric enters her, Melinda's cry of pleasure muffled by Zaiobe's flesh. Mel's actions lack the teasing control that they had before, but one hand goes between Zaiobe's legs, two fingers penetrating Z's tightness as Mel's tongue flicks and tastes.
When Alaric reaches below to play Melinda's body, her control breaks fully, lost into a mind-numbing orgasm. Coming down slightly, but already feeling the next wave building, she moves her hips to the rhythm her mate has set. The tempo of her fingers and tongue picking up, racing the other woman towards climax.
Soon her inner muscles clench around Melinda's probing digits, and she throws her head back. Her scream of pleasure when her climax hits at the same time as Melinda's makes no audible noise, only an echo of a sound in your minds.
Then her voice quiet, nervous, but utterly filled with love and trust, "I trust you." She smiles, "And... everything that we do together makes me feel amazing." She bites her lip, "And..." her blush growing hotter, "I want to do this with you."
Separating from Mel only reluctantly, he pulls he green girl into deeper water and a passionate kiss, savoring the flavor of Zaiobe on her tongue. He pulls Zaiobe to them as well, holding and cuddling the both of them in the hot springs.
"You two are amazing," he says finally.
He kisses the tip of her nose. "Get on all fours."
He leans in, then tongue fluttering over her. A familiar sensation, certainly, but something he never seems to tire of. At first, there is mere teasing, but he grows ever more passionate. When she is wet enough, he begins tracing the moisture all around her, lips, thighs and anus.
Then, the teasing never enough to give her release, he slides into her ever so gently. At that moment, she feels a finger, slicked by alchemical grease, probing at her virgin opening. To open of its own accord, to accept him because she needs it and nothing else.
The strokes from both sides run in counterbalance. One entering, the other exiting. She is never less than full. But still, he will not allow her to lose control.
And suddenly, he is gone.
Perhaps a whimper from her, but she feels him again, his head now oiled, pressing gently against her anus. His hands now play with lips and clit. He slides in slowly, allowing her time to get used to this new sensation, all the while continuing to play with her.
Inch by agonizing inch he fills her, until she is impaled to the hilt upon him. He stops again, luxuriating in how he fills her, the new tightness of her, the decadence of the act. Only then does he begin to thrust. Gently at first, but soon growing in passion as he loses control. His fingers dig into her hips, pulling her hair back. She has never belonged to him more than in this moment, utterly a slave to his wanton desire.
And with that, he floods her. The intensity is blinding. His cry, tortured, strangled.
Then the loving arms enfold her again, collapsing onto the bunk they share, bodies still locked together, at least for now.
Even with her body exhausted and lust drenched, Melinda responds to the passion in the kiss, her hands traveling over his body. A content sigh as he cuddles her close and a sleepy smile for Zaiobe as she joins them.
"I think you are darned amazing, love." She smiles, pressing a kiss into his shoulder, "Not allowed to sell yourself short."
Only for the brief moment when he starts to push into her virgin opening before his hand starts to play with her clit does her body hesitate. A hesitation that is quickly over washed by the pleasurable signals.
A moan of pleasure starts as he fills her slowly, his hand increasing slick and wet as the pleasure completely overshadows any pain. When he is fully seated in her ass, she almost vibrates around him, the release her body is screaming for so close. His thrusts are encouraged by the whimper of need, moan of pleasure and soft screams of now.
Her own climax takes her as Alaric loses control, she belonging in all ways to him, and pleasure keeps on surging through her until after his own final tortured cry. She snuggles into the loving embrace, her body still pulsing occasionally around the part of him inside her, as she breathes ragged and deep for long minutes.
When she finally regains a partial control of her own body, she kisses one of the arms holding her when care and love. Her voice raspy, "yours."
And then a little bit after that, "Happy birthday, love." He sees the blush spreading across her shoulders, "I enjoyed that, just in case you were wondering."
She makes a low throaty laugh at his question, "I am certain I can convinced." Promise.
A pause, her voice a tad sleepy, "We have time until lunch," her voice breathy, "It's your birthday... Anything you want."
Her body, lithe and naked, is warm as he cuddles close. One hand rests on his arm holding her close and, in a while, the hand in his hair stills, her purr continuing on as her body rests, a well-earned nap.
Myri:
AC: 17
Saves: Fort 6, Ref 11, Will 3
hp: 54
TheoreticalParalysis: 2rnds
Silmemir:
AC: 20+4 (assume Total Defense: +4AC)
Saves: Fort 7, Ref8, Will 3
hp: 36-5=31
TP: 2rnds
Myri keeps a concerned eye on Kalimac and her other companions damaged or threatened by the mummies. She again tries to take down the one closest to her.
to hit1: Deadly Aim(-3),
rapid shot(-2), FE:Undead(+2), pt.blank(+1)
dam: Magic Bow(+1), Deadly
Aim(+6), FE:Undead(+2), pt blank(+1)
to hit2: Deadly Aim(-3),
rapid shot(-2), FE:Undead(+2), pt.blank(+1)
dam: Magic Bow(+1), Deadly
Aim(+6), FE:Undead(+2), pt. blank(+1)
to hit3: Deadly Aim(-3),
rapid shot(-2), FE:Undead(+2), pt.blank(+1)
dam: Magic Bow(+1), Deadly
Aim(+6), FE:Undead(+2), pt.blank(+1)
other factors: Precise Shot, Improved Precise shot,
Seeking, Clustered Shots
Myri Will save dc17:
Will save dc17:
Bad guy Reflex Save
Bad guy Spell Resistance
fire damage
Range medium (100 ft. + 10 ft./level)
Effect 5-ft.-diameter sphere
Duration 1 round/level
Saving Throw Reflex negates; Spell Resistance yes
A burning globe of fire rolls in whichever direction you point and burns those it strikes. It moves 30 feet per round. As part of this movement, it can ascend or jump up to 30 feet to strike a target. If it enters a space with a creature, it stops moving for the round and deals 3d6 points of fire damage to that creature, though a successful Reflex save negates that damage. A flaming sphere rolls over barriers less than 4 feet tall. It ignites flammable substances it touches and illuminates the same area as a torch would.
"Solemn. Happy. Both together?" Rhost continues to chop.
"Any specific songs?"
What you are doing is clearly exactly what she wants, as precisely as if you were reading her mind. Her semi-restrained body writhes against yours, and it takes almost no time at all before she is crying out her passion.
Lio continues until you are not only crying out your passion, but all of your internal muscles squeeze tightly and release and squeeze and release around the hard shaft that is still pounding into you, over and over. Once you have come, he releases your arms, and wrapping his free arm around you into a tight hug, he pulls you away from the wall, and glides deeper into you. Thus impaled, you are carried over to the bed, where he slowly slides out of you, and then deposits you, very gently, to the floor, as he sits upon the bed, looking at you, eyes wide, happy, still lustful, confident, while you kneel before him. "Suck me off. I want to come all over you." He says. It is not phrased as a request. He is quite insistent.
Rhost slows in his food prep to better hear the request as meat lightly sizzles.
Tomorrow's 'e Equinox. Would ye cook a special meal fer dinner tomorrow? Et requires seven dishes, all start with the letter S. I... took the liberty of purchasing supplies for 'e occasun."
<Happy,> she says.
Lio continues until you are not only crying out your passion, but all of your internal muscles squeeze tightly and release and squeeze and release around the hard shaft that is still pounding into you, over and over. Once you have come, he releases your arms, and wrapping his free arm around you into a tight hug, he pulls you away from the wall, and glides deeper into you. Thus impaled, you are carried over to the bed, where he slowly slides out of you, and then deposits you, very gently, to the floor, as he sits upon the bed, looking at you, eyes wide, happy, still lustful, confident, while you kneel before him. "Suck me off. I want to come all over you." He says. It is not phrased as a request. He is quite insistent.
On her knees in front of you, she takes you in her mouth, her locked with yours. Warm wetness engulfing you, suction, tongue.
After sliding back and forth over you a few moments, she plunges forward, taking the whole of you into her mouth and throat. Then back again, until her lips rest lightly on the base of the crown. Then forward.
When Shae begins to nibble on Lio's ear, Lio gasps, closing her eyes. And then she remembers she's not alone with Shae. And turns beet red. As red as anyone has ever seen her. Uhm... Shae." She stammers, in what she is sure is a quiet voice, but is probably a loud and nervous whisper, tinged with just a bit of unfettered lust and love for the taller elf, and terribly shy with the audience. It's not that she doesn't know that everyone knows what they do when they're alone... it's just... she doesn't do those things in front of anyone.
On her knees in front of you, she takes you in her mouth, her locked with yours. Warm wetness engulfing you, suction, tongue.
After sliding back and forth over you a few moments, she plunges forward, taking the whole of you into her mouth and throat. Then back again, until her lips rest lightly on the base of the crown. Then forward.
Lio holds his breath a moment, when you take all of him into you. The visual alone, is so erotic, he cannot help but put his hand on your head, entangling it in your hair. The other brushes over the tips of your ears lovingly.
After a moment, the hand in your hair, nudges your head, back and forth, while his pelvis thrusts ever so slightly, from the seated position he's in, rocking back and forth, in time with your head. He watches you, the entire time, one hand doing interesting things to your ears.
Fortunately, however, no one appears to have noticed anything. Certainly no one comments.
For some reason, Koya's hand is covering the mouth - well, entire head - of Spivey.
Lio leads you away from the caravan, until a sufficient distance for privacy has been reached. She glances at you, a little nervous about her fantasy, about being unable to see, to go only be touch. And then, she turns out the light.
Her pace increases and her motions grow stronger. Her hands reach around to grab your backside, squeezing a little, pulling a little, encouraging you to move more, faster, harder.
The darkness is total. The darkness of underground.
Even your elven vision can see nothing, nothing at all. The world is a sheet of black velvet.
There is a warm breath in your ear.
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Shalelu appears to suddenly remember where she is as well, and turns a color not dissimilar from Liothonae's.
Fortunately, however, no one appears to have noticed anything. Certainly no one comments.
For some reason, Koya's hand is covering the mouth - well, entire head - of Spivey.
Lio is still blushing furiously. A bit of nervous, yet happy, laughter escapes, and she buries her head against Shae's shoulder.
After a short while, she takes a deep breath, and works at regaining her composure. She sits up a little straighter, arms loosen around Shae's waist a bit as the warm water relaxes her once more.
A brief glimps at Shae, and anyone with half an ounce of sense gets the idea Lio is thinking of asking Shae to go off with her alone for a bit. "Teenagers." She says very softly, so that it's hard for most of the women to hear her. She smiles at Shae. "I didn't 'ave a chance to be a teenager. Think I'm making up for some of it now." She grins, even as she blushes.
A brief glimps at Shae, and anyone with half an ounce of sense gets the idea Lio is thinking of asking Shae to go off with her alone for a bit. "Teenagers." She says very softly, so that it's hard for most of the women to hear her. She smiles at Shae. "I didn't 'ave a chance to be a teenager. Think I'm making up for some of it now." She grins, even as she blushes.
Shalelu regains her more usual color.
"Adolescence," she says solemnly to the girl she is reclining on, "Is an important experience that no one should be deprived of."
And a tilt of her head seems to ask, ... Private pool now?
A happy, somewhat muffled noise emerges from the base of her throat as you start to pay attention to her ears.
Her pace increases and her motions grow stronger. Her hands reach around to grab your backside, squeezing a little, pulling a little, encouraging you to move more, faster, harder.
Lio is very accommodating. You encourage him to go faster, harder, to move more, and Lio does so. Further more, the grip on your head gets a significantly firmer, pulling the hair tight as he f*@!s your mouth. He watches you, careful not to hurt you, not to choke you, to gauge your reactions and make sure you are enjoying this, but he is very much in control of where your head is going as he moves it back and forth. His free hand strokes your ears, in exactly the same fast, hard rhythm that is bringing him so close to orgasm that you can begin to taste his savory sweetness. He moans, and it's the first sound you've heard him make since he spoke to you.
A louder moan, and he pulls your head back, ceases stroking your ears, no matter how close it has brought you to orgasm. His hard wet length pops out of your mouth, and while holding your head with one hand, so you can see him, so he can watch you, the hand previously playing with your ears, now stokes his shaft, quickly, and with a cry, he comes a second time, hot seed squirting on your breasts, some landing on your chin, dripping from your lips, over your nipples. There's not as much as the first orgasm, but there's no mistaking the signs of his pleasure, all over you.
When he is done, Lio, breathing hard, carefully releases your head, a look of pure amazement on his face at such enjoyment. "Anwyl." Lio breathes, voice hoarse, body exhausted. He pulls you up, into his lap, his fingers dipping into the warm liquid he's deposited on your chest, circling your nipples, and then running the same fingers over your lips, encouraging you to lick it off.
"I love you," she says.
Her eyes still locked on yours.
Darkness.
The darkness is total. The darkness of underground.
Even your elven vision can see nothing, nothing at all. The world is a sheet of black velvet.
There is a warm breath in your ear.
And a pair of warm, deft hands, find you. The touch is hesitant. Light. Almost worshipful. The touch of someone who would do anything you ask. The hands find the bottom of your shirt, run underneath, caressing your skin. Waiting for direction, for a sign. But she's not sure how to proceed, not sure what you want. So she hesitates, ever so slightly, letting you take the lead.
sense motive
She is stripping.
She gasps as you come, seeming to take nearly as much pleasure in it as you do. Eagerly setting herself on your lap, her arms finding their way around to the back of your neck, she licks the liquid off of your fingers with curling laps of her tongue.
"I love you," she says.
Her eyes still locked on yours.
Lio's blue eyes look back at you. "And I, you." He replies. You can tell he's still completely amazed as how wonderful everything you've done this evening could feel. One arm goes around you, holding you, with the other hand, Lio wipes some liquid off your chin, and then, with a wantonly lustful gaze, has you lick it off his hand. Once that's done, the hand caresses your cheek, runs back over your ear. And Lio leans forward, and gently kisses you, holding you to him, your body pressed against his. He moves back, with you still in his lap, and then pulls you down with him, as he lays on the bed. "Tomorrow morning, I'll be waking you up." Lio says softly, as he strokes your ears. His hands move slower now, tired as he is, but he strokes your ears for quite a while, possibly long enough, to allow you to climax. Afterwards, he doesn't stop you from getting up, if you wish to clean yourself up, but you can tell he sort of wants you to go to sleep in his arms, just the way you are, naked, covered in his seed, all Lio's.
You feel her move under your touch. A rustle of cloth.
She is stripping.
Lio's hands find your skin as you bare it. Warm fingers move up your sides, over your back, down.
Shalelu regains her more usual color.
"Adolescence," she says solemnly to the girl she is reclining on, "Is an important experience that no one should be deprived of."
And a tilt of her head seems to ask, ... Private pool now?
Still blushing, Lio nods. Reaches behind her to take her towel. Waits for Shae to stand, so she too, can get up.
"I'm proud of you." She says.