<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/09/e6/19/09e619cdd15366d645f2229f092aa737.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/NxaLBd2.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Clothes</div><div class="spoiler_body">Crop top and skirt combo: <br/>(https://i.imgur.com/mQzMyIZ.jpg) </div></div></div><br/><strong>Angelique (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1720332)</strong><br/><em>Aasimar Sorcerer: Divine Soul 3 NG<br/>Health: 24/24, Sorcerer Points: 5/5, AC: 15</em><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">combat rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Initiative: At 2019-09-29 12:59:41, Angelique (uid: 61168) rolls: 1d20m2 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=139906)<br/>Effects: Mage Armor  (8 hrs)<br/>Action: none<br/>Bonus: none<br/>Move: none<br/>Insight into Gurlove's motives to see the Mother privately: Angelique rolled: 1d20, modifying each die by 2 Comment: Insight roll Result: 17,<br/></div></div><hr/><br/>Angelique flushed as the two half-elf sisters talked to each other over her head as she panted for breath, licking her lips to get whatever left over cum on her lips and swallow the flavorful, gooey liquid.  Praising her for her ability to swallow thick cum.  She doesn't think she has been trained, just because Gurlove holds her head down until she swallows all of the half-orc's load like the half-elves did.  It wasn't like she had a choice with how heavy handed the other women got while cumming in her throat, although she does think if she was in real trouble of being hurt, they would have let her up, but since she was handling the flow, they kept her down for the pleasure of it.  Although Gurlove also liked blasting the last of her load across her face.  "Umm.... I haven't been trained... I think,"  she told the two half-elves, flushing because that also implied that she was really talented and swallowing.<br/><br/>She looked around for Gurlove and flushed as she saw how many nuns were receiving a Holy Meal as she nervously adjust her skirt.  She also didn't see any sign of Gurlove, knowing the half-orc wouldn't mind if she went with the half-elves, as they had talked about the possibility a bit on the way there.  She looked back at the two blondes as they stood up and helped her up.  "Yes, I do need a place to sleep tonight and Mother Zofyassa left me in your capable hands.  So lead the way," she agreed to go with the two half-elf sisters graciously. "I am sure Gurlove will be able to find me if it is really needed."<br/><br/>She followed the two sisters out of the dining area, flushing as a nun gagged as she swallowed her load of Holy Meal loudly with moaned encouragement from the nun feeding her.  Many people associate height with authority, which made the sight of the aasimar towering over the half-elves a bit incongruous.  Angelique didn't project anything like authority as she walked beside the shorter women, although she also wasn't projecting subservience, just a willingness to trust and be lead.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://nerdgeistdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2019/01/8bf05ab852e9237a4c130171fdd66428.jpg?w=1278&amp;h=1826)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Combat rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Make three straight D20 rolls and compare to Zofyassa's rolls below, higher has advantage:  They have an equal advantage.   Gurlove is stronger, but Zofyassa is more skilled. <br/><br/>Zofyassa rolled: 1d20 Comment: Grappling Roll Result: 12<br/>Zofyassa rolled: 1d20 Comment: Grappling Roll Result: 16<br/>Zofyassa rolled: 1d20 Comment: Grappling Roll Result: 16<br/></div></div></div><hr/><br/>As Gurlove spun her around and tried to put an arm against her throat, the experienced dragonborn fighter turned nun got an arm just in time to protect her throat as she struggled to break free of the half-orc's powerful grip.  As her tight ass ground against the half-orc's groin, she felt the woman's bulge growing in excitement with their contest of strength.  Her own cock was hardening as well, although she wasn't as hard as the half-orc interloper.   Her body was being tossed around, legs smashing against the chairs in front of her desk and sending them tumbling across the room as Gurlove used her greater strength to keep Zofyassa from getting her feet under her.  She tried elbowing the half-orc with her free arm, but it didn't have the power she wanted because of her lack of leverage as she was getting pushed towards her desk.  The berzerker's intent very clear to bend her over her own desk.