Tamaska just stayed on her knees, pouting at the thought of what was about to happen. She was torn; on one hand the idea of all those people jealously looking at her and wishing they had been one of the ones to paint her soft cerulean skin white aroused her but on the other the degradation and embarrassment she felt at the mere idea was tremendous.  Her eyes stayed on Emberspike as he resumed his goblin form and took up the chain. Her body rose to her feet, and she talked to the door, but Emberspike could feel more resistance than usual. While the priestess was not resisting it was clear that she was not the most eager to leave the seclusion of the room.<br/><br/>She bit her lip as she moved through the doorway. She had left her clothing behind and strode completely naked. She imagined how she looked dripping in white goo, with dark welted marked where the men had roughly spanked her ass and mauled her breasts. Her hair had to be a complete mess. The first man they passed looking completely stunned and almost fell over when The troll smiled sweetly at him, scooped some of the sticky stuff into her mouth suckling softly and moaning while her eyes raked over his body like she was imagining all the things she wanted to do to him. Which, as it turned out, she was. As she kept walking, watching men tripping over themselves almost every time her eyes met theirs.  Clearly they all wanted her to be their little toy, to be on the receiving end as they took their release from her. A side affect of all the teasing of the men and taste of what soaked her body was that Tamaska became incredibly aroused herself. She liked that every one of the many crew members they passed wanted her, some very badly.<br/><br/>The path they took through the belly of the airship was easy to follow from the small mess that dripped from her and the many distraught and distracted men. Tamaska actually felt bad for the ones that had ran headlong into support beams or even each other or tripped over thing to land in heaps on the hard wooden floor. She just reminded herself that she was doing what she was told and that seemed to ease her guilt. Every once in a while her eyes would flick to Emberspike and he would always have a broad grin on his face. Clearly he was enjoying both her continued, willing degradation and the chaos their presence was causing.<br/><br/>Again the chain went taut for a moment as they headed up the stairs and into the light of the top deck. This suddenly felt a lot more humiliating. At least below deck there had only been a handful of people at a time but now the people closest saw her and a ripple of sound went through all the men and more and more stopped what they were doing to cast their eyes to her being led through their midst. She cringed slightly as she heard things being dropped and people's comment as once again her fingers slid into her mouth to be cleaned. Her expression was one of euphoria but inside she felt nervous and dirty. When a few of the more bore or at least more able to think shouted a few lewd comments that had man of the men laughing, the priestess blushed deeply but did not dare stop. She swallowed nervously as Emberspike led her up to the command deck.<br/><br/>Tamaska took only a second to peer over the railing and see the castle appearing out of the fog in the distance before she obeyed Emberspike and knelt on the hard wood of the deck. Her back was rigid, still mostly white covered breasts thrust out to the onlookers as she still fed more of it into her slightly bruised mouth.  She could feel the deposits deep inside of her begin to drip onto the deck and again her cheeks burned at her own shame. She felt the eyes of them on her, especially aware of Bahiyya's lusting gaze. She did as she was told, one hand feeding more of the sailors' and Emberspike's fluids into her mouth as the other slid down to slip along her well-used nethers. She closed her eyes as pleasure welled up inside of her and she had to bite the fingers she was suckling to suppress a moan of pleasure. Those alluring amber eyes opened to look at the Baron as he spoke. She did not respond, thinking that the question was either rhetorical or directed at Emberspike. She simply continued to clean herself and rub her aching slit as she stared helplessly into his eyes. She could not break his gaze as he watched her continue her lewd behaviour.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>