<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Evelyn</div><div class="spoiler_body">AC:18 HP 30/39 -4 STR</div></div><br/>Finally able to move past the fiend, Evelyn runs forward, panting slightly from exertion. Luckily she was able to find an opening, continuing to advance without any difficulty...at least to a point. "I knew it couldn't be that easy..." she grumbled, the tendrils stopping her advance but at least not managing to score any hits on her. She gripped the hilt to her sword tightly and prepared to engage the foe.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Attacks</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attack 1: 17 to hit, 13 damage, 20 Radiant<br/>Attack 2: 25 to hit, 14 damage, 17 Radiant (WOW) </div></div><br/>Captain Maryell's fists clenched tightly, her body rocking beneath her "lovers" thrusts. She of course would never have engaged in such acts with a beast, which leaves her utterly stunned when the knot the hound was trying to force into her finally pops past her abused lips. Now locked together, the second part of the breeding takes place, with copious amounts of the beast's seed spurting right into her womb, filling her to capacity. It was all too much for her, the twisted exotic mating overwhelming her will. This time it wasn't a moan, but a throaty cry as she's brought to a shameful climax, even as the hound continues to fill her with his cum, the knot preventing it from leaking out for now...her belly starting to bulge.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fail!</div><div class="spoiler_body">Close, but an 8 won't do it. The servants of Tenebrax really have my number, don't they?</div></div>