<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status = "suffering" a prolonged orgasm</div><div class="spoiler_body">In "microbreastplate" with lovely skirt and nipples exposed (AC+6, max +4 dex bonus, armor check penalty -2, 15% arcane spell failure)<br/>(Armor training, Arcane armor training (requires swift action to reduce spell failure chance, included above))<br/>Nipple hoops (AC+4)<br/>AC 24 (touch 22, flat-footed 20, -2 against improvised weapons)<br/>SR 19 (Spell Resistance, miniskirt)<br/>HP 86/105<br/>CMB: 9<br/>CMD: 23 (10 + Base + Dex) (21 against dirty tricks, Naive)<br/><br/>TU = 2<br/><br/>Spells remaining: 6 of 7 1st, 2 of 6 2nd, 3 of 4 3rd<br/></div></div><br/>The pleasure of success, the satisfaction as Sylvia's chest finally opened, was entirely lost in the mind-consuming, prolonged orgasm triggered by the first crate.  Similarly, the climax dwarved her dismay when the second glyph also slipped past her micro-miniskirt just as the first had.  She felt a new sensation built on top of the first, and once more her hand flew down to cover her clit, to press against it, unable to block out the magical energy that was playing her body skillfully and irresistably.<br/><br/>Or... she<em>could</em>resist it, maybe.  If she tried... she could ignore the seductive half-heard voice that made her believe that giving in now would actually bring her relief from the pulsing, burning pleasure that threatened to keep her on her knees until the pursuing monsters arrived to claim her.<br/><br/>She could try to resist... but, a mere minute or two after getting free from the devastating defeat in the arena... she didn't have it in her.  She'd give in to this new curse, to get rid of the old...<br/><br/>...Rayne's ragged breathing paused for a moment, then she took a deep breath, and let it out as a sigh.  It had gone... the climax had subsided, almost instantly, and she could move, could start to think again... and then her clitoris pulsed, far more hotly than before.  She gasped, and it pulsed again... the hand she had pressed to herself bulged away, pushed by a new presence, the touch of her hand against that presence threatening to bring her back into a fresh peak.  It felt like she was pressing on her clit - she drew her hand back, another pulse, and something nudged her palm - her clit, again, but that couldn't be.  And another, and another, forcing her hand further away, leaving the half-elf entirely baffled, and dangerously close to another orgasm.<br/><br/>She looked down... her hand was almost clear of the skirt, and still it was pushed again.  In a brief panic she pulled it free... the pulsing didn't stop, but at least she didn't feel quite the same pressure on her clit each time.  Until there was a whispy, gentle touch... then another, fabric brushing against her clit... and the timing coincided perfectly with a bulge shifting under the tiny skirt.  Again, the skirt rose, she gasped... then Rayne took action, grabbing her skirt-hem with both hands and lifting.  One more pulse, and the impressive cock - well, she thought it was impressive, on her small frame, and being the first one she'd ever seen<em>there</em>- twitched, then finally stilled, growing no more.  But it was erect, and swollen, a dark pink, straining for... in a flash she knew just what it was straining for, but the only one of those in the room was just behind the cock, and quite inaccessible.<br/><br/>But she could touch it... she did, wondering, and her jaw dropped and eyes closed... it was all as sensitive as her clit had just been; it was her clit, obviously, and yet... it was something quite different.  That touch... she could just... rub it a little... eyes springing open she tore her hand away and leapt to her feet, backing several steps away as if she could somehow escape this new part of herself.<br/><br/>That didn't work, though it did cause the skirt to settle back down onto the out-jutting phallus, covering it, though inadequately.  With a loud swallow, Rayne remembered that time was pressing, and that the monsters would not care about this new change... she had to move!  She dashed back to scoop up Sylvia's gear... with every step the cock bobbed side-to-side, brushing her skirt, and when she had finished looting, she used her free hand to lift the skirt slightly up and out, just to prevent that delightful brushing movement.<br/><br/>She<em>needed</em>... but fortunately there was nothing to be done about that, and her more legitimate need, to find the boss's room and disable the jammer or whatever it was, could take precedence.  Still understandably wobbly, the now-futanari Rayne dashed out, then turned left and began searching as Starstrike had suggested.  She might as well... going down the ramp now would surely take her into the monster's arms.  Maybe Starstrike could tell her of another exit!<br/><br/>And maybe she could help with this new problem, too....<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Still TU=2, as far as I know<br/>I can hardly protest the evil GM mode ... or if I did, I suspect the breathy, mewling protests coming out of my overheated body would be ignored.<br/></div></div>