<a class="username" data-user-id="39524" data-username="@Ironuyh" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/39524/">@Ironuyh</a><br/>Vivian would manage to slip out from the dragon's grasp but she won't get to travel any farther than a few feet before she was pinned down by the same hand. The pinned down hold it had didn't crush but it was clear already she wasn't getting away. And honestly, that was perhaps a bad move on her part as well. The dragon didn't like its prey trying to slip away. And now, Vivian on all four was giving off a prime sight it couldn't let up.<br/><br/>She would have just enough room to turn her head back and see what was coming next. At first it looked to be just a horn or the tip of the tail. After all, the sheer size of the thing suggested it couldn't be much else. Width was about thicker than one of her legs and there was easily six or seven feet of it. But then a thin white trail dripped down from the tip, leaving drops down on the stone floor. A couple lumps dangled loosely around the base, each one looked too heavy for her to even pick up. It wouldn't take much imagination to tell what it was, but she wouldn't get much chance to protest. The dragon had considered warming her up first, to get her body primed and ready before it took her. Now that she tried to escape already, it was going into her now. And she was in the prime position for it. Her legs were forced wide open as the tip rubbed up against her entrance, the saliva and pre-cum completely soaking her up within a couple seconds. There was a growl and the grip it had on her firmed, and it pulled her body back right into it. By all rights, it shouldn't had fit. Quite the opposite, she should've been experiencing being<i>literally</i>split in half from it. But this was the Mistress' special game. Whatever force controlled this castle, it could bend the fabric of time and space to suit the game. And so the impossibly large cock starts managing to slip right on inside her, making her feel the sheer size while simultaneously having it magically shrink just enough as every inch of the hot shaft burrowed pass those red lips. It still hurts at first, but already her heat would start coming back from the penetration.<br/><br/>Current arousal 2/14, expect much greater arousal soon though...<br/>1d10<br/>7 or higher in order to resist the pleasure about to come in (only +1 arousal)<br/>3 to 6: +3 arousal (+2 penetration, +1 from Filthy - 'size difference')<br/>2 or lower is a critical fail (+5 arousal)<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="29759" data-username="@UseAlex" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/29759/">@UseAlex</a><br/>D2 is thankfully safe for Alex. Though now she starts hearing shuffling activity echoing through the halls. Thanks to all the blissful female cries that have occured on this floor (especially thanks to Vivian) some unwanted attention is closing in on the chamber Alex is in. Even if she doesn't hit anymore traps she could still get ambushed by something else.<br/><br/>Choose E1, E2, E3, D1, D3<br/>Random encounters now, 25%<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="5587" data-username="@ChrisGabriel" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/5587/">@ChrisGabriel</a><br/>Something isn't right. This isn't the normal kind of cold, because the temperature is yet still dropping. At this rate, it might become legit dangerous. It was starting to become clear that this was part of the game as it was forcing Willow to rush. But with the cold interfering even more in her ability to keep going, she needed to do something soon...<br/><br/>Spaces left: 9 (+12 for on the way back)<br/>1d20 -4 thanks to the cold<br/>Current arousal 7/12 (-2 thanks to the cold)<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="33593" data-username="@Silverbird" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/33593/">@Silverbird</a><br/>The grin curling on the blonde's face was almost as diabolically as the Mistress. Almost. "Whores like you don't get any choice." With a snap of her fingers, the two gals holding Anna in place reach around and forcefully grab her by the tits. Clothes are yanked and pulled, their hands pulling on them like wild animals tearing into a kill. Fabric ripping and shredding, these nubile models manage to yank her top in half, bra and everything. Anna's tits are made to bounce wildly out and with her arms pinned down to the sides she can't cover herself back up again. Fingers grip into the flesh, squeezing her while rolling the nipple on the flat of the thumbs. One girl grips her by the neck and forces her to look right at her. Her tongue trails over her lips with hunger.<br/><br/>"You want to play it difficult, you got it." The blonde teases just before the chicks holding Anna open their mouths and start indulging on her body. One mouth wraps around her tits as the other goes right for her own mouth. All the while their 'boss' just sits back and starts fingering herself watching the show...<br/><br/>Current arousal: 5/18<br/>1d10<br/>9 or higher, can reach the repellent<br/>7 or 8, manage to resist their advancements (+1 arousal)<br/>3 to 6, standard arousal (+2)<br/>2 or lower, caught off guard (+3)<br/>OR can choose to obey and follow the blonde's original orders.