<span style="font-weight: bold"> Cheesy </span><br/><br/><br/>Well, this was...not going according to plan at all. Her spells had failed, her allies had dropped rather quickly, and as it stood...she was growing less and less likely to survive the fight, if she dared to join it. Something that, as Jutii disappeared from sight down the drider's gullet, and the now-enormous catgirl gulped down Teeka, was likely not going to happen.<br/><br/>Pig was dead...<br/><br/>Scorpion was dead...<br/><br/>Jutii, Teeka, and her brother were most likely not going to survive too terribly much longer, at least not outside of a gut...<br/><br/>Yeah. Sometimes, discretion was the better part of valor. In fact, screw valor - she was not about to let some group of half-baked mercenaries do her in "Grrr...this ain't the last of it, y'louts! Ain't noone eats my lil' group and gets outta it unscathed! Watch your backs!"<br/><br/>With that less-than-dire threat, the ratgirl turns and bolts, taking off at a full sprint back towards the walls of the town in the distance...<br/><br/><br/>((The aptly named 'cheesy' retreats at a full sprint! Moves 120 feet towards town and safety, putting her a total of 150 feet away from the next closest person - Johan! Well, I guess Technically Tom, but Tom will be staying put and enjoying his dinner. x3 ))<br/><br/><br/><br/>*********************************************************************************<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Johan </span><br/><br/>Even in her blind rage, Drodjee was not exactly easy to hold on to. Of course, neither was Johan, and the slick juices of her stomach and saliva that made it more difficult for him to escape, also seemed to make it more difficult for the half-orcish girl to grab him. Even unable to see, she does manage to get a hold of him, but it's all too easy to slip out of her grip and skitter around behind her, coming up behind the enraged half-orcish woman and wrapping her up in the beginnings of something akin to a half-nelson.<br/><br/>Of course, turning the tides on the orcish woman was not...unpleasant, to say the least. Though Johan could feel the firmness of her muscles as she strained against his arms, desperate to pull herself free and turn the tides against him once again, there was just enough softness to be pleasant as well. Her shapely rump pressing backwards against him felt soft and spongy, and more than once he felt his still-hard member glide against one of her bare buttcheeks, an altogether distracting sensation. Covered in saliva and some small measure of digestive fluids, it made for a surprisingly good lubricant, and the half-orcish woman's skin was every bit as soft and malleable as a human's, leading his sensitive length to stroke along her rear hard enough to dimple her smooth skin, sending little jolts of pleasure shooting throughout his body.<br/><br/>Her breasts, though, were likely her greatest asset, as Johan had already found out two times previously, and a third confirmed it as he cupped one of those soft, squishy green orbs with a hand, using it as a hold to ensure his grip around her body remained unbroken. His fingertips, even as slick as they were, dimpled deeply into her skin, a soft, wet-sounding 'Squrrrch' sounding each time his fingers squeezed harder to get an even better hold.<br/><br/>'Nrrghh...let...me...GO! I swear, if you squeeze my--"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Squrrrrch </span><br/><br/>As if on cue, another violent twist of the half-orc almost inadvertently (almost) has Johan's fingers again squishing deeply into her soft bust, elicting another howl from the woman. Johan, though, can feel the subtle warming of her body, the slight stiffening of her nipple against his palm...it was not ENTIRELY unappreciated, that much was for sure.<br/><br/>Naji, on the other hand, looks almost as displeased as the orc, her pretty face scrunched up in something akin to but not quite anger "What?! Why you--" With the orc securely held, Naji winds up another swing from her club, this one connecting solidly with the half-orc's stomach. With a soft 'oooof', the green-skinned woman's struggles wane slightly, allowing Johan ample opportunity to slide Drodjee's ear between his lips, lightly sucking upon the just mildly pointed bit of flesh. For some reason...<br/><br/>..She tasted good. REALLY good. Far better than a half-orc, even one as seemingly clean and well-kept as her, had any right to taste. The soft texture of her skin, the slight hints of perspiration, the natural flavor that was thick and bold and intense, almost smokey in a way....<br/><br/>Without thinking about it, Johan found his mouth watering more than he'd anticipated...<br/><br/>"--shut your mouth before I stuff you back down her throat and MAKE her digest you. Pheh, all those times I let you go, when you shoulda been padding my hips, ungrateful son-of-a--" Naji's little rant continues as she winds up another swing from her club on the trapped orc woman. Johan had certainly hit a sore spot with her, and one he'd hit MANY times in the past - an effective predator, she was not. Or an effective combatant, for that matter. Her other skills, though, were unparalleled - and who knew, if he took that trip enough times, she might very well eventually manage to keep him.<br/><br/>'Damn...elf...when I get free...when..." Drodjee's ears perk up slightly when she hears 'Cheesy' call the retreat, and though she couldn't SEE the rat...she knew things had likely gone badly. She couldn't hear her allies, beyond muffled cries, and she was battered and bruised and trapped well enough that...well...<br/><br/>...Maybe giving up was the best option.<br/><br/>With a little groan, all the fight seems to leave the half-orc's body, her straining muscles growing slack in Johan's embrace "...Alright. Fine. Y'got me. Grr. Damnable rat, she likely knew you guys was tougher than our information said..." Naji's weapon remains brandished for a few more seconds, waiting for the orc to decide she'd changed her mind. When that doesn't come, though, she finally lowers it, stepping up right in front of the orc and - with a dexterous flick of her wrist - slipping her hand between the orc and Johan, grabbing his shaft in her grip "..You owe me one.' She murmurs quietly, giving his saliva-and -acid drenched member a few quick strokes, followed by a rougher-than-needed squeeze "..Actually, let's make that two. You look like hell. Also, you are missing your pants. I see someone got excited to be orc pudge." The tone in her voice was somewhat venemous, but it was something Johan had experienced many times before - it was actually 'play', and had he not been subject to it many times before, likely hard to pick out.<br/><br/>Sasara's voice rising over the fading sounds of battle makes Naji's ears twitch slightly, her bemused expression turning sour "Hmph. Forget it, snake. You already got one. If we can get a few coins for her from the constabulary in town, we'll do it. Every little bit helps, and we got a long trip back to camp, as I expect we'll not be makin' much money from the mayor any more, seeing as how we have NOTHING to show for it."