<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>AC 20  (touch 16, flat-footed 15, -2 against improvised weapons)</strong>, HP 105<br/>Profane Gift (Telepathic link to Ishtar, +2 Dex)<br/><strong>Str damage: 13 (of 10), -6 modifier</strong><br/><br/>Spells remaining: 4 of 7 1st, 4 of 6 2nd, 3 of 4 3rd, 0 of 1 from bonded object.  Uses of bow left: 2 of 3.<br/>Quiver: 10 common arrows, 10 silvered, 9 cold iron, 2 Tangleshot, 5 adamantine arrows, 2 greater hushing arrows, 11 +1 Dragon Bane, 1 Rayne's Resumption, 10 Holy<br/>     (pack: 25 common, 5 silvered, 9 cold iron, 1 tangleshot, 5 adamantine, 5 +1 Dragon Bane, 8 Holy arrows)<br/><br/>Dixon HP: 0 or fewer of 42 remain<br/></div></div><br/>Concentrating grimly on the Shadow, Rayne's arrows all found their mark, and she smiled with satisfaction even as she released the last shaft - a smile that flickered, as to her surprise the creature still came on.  But there wasn't even enough time to cry out in alarm - just the realization that her efforts hadn't been enough, then the Shadow flew into her.  Literally into her, it seemed, as if the not-quite-there creature slipped right under her skin, not just spectral hands, but<em>everywhere</em>.  She arched up, mouth gaping and limbs loosening, a low groan starting from slack lips as exquisite pleasure filled her, replacing the strength sapped by the undead horror.<br/><br/>She was still arched back, muscles slack but those of her back curling her over Dixon's rump, her arms dangling loosely behind her, face to the sky - from which a blinding bolt surged into her, and all was white, and unbearable sexual stimulation, tearing an orgasm from her well-prepared body, and prolonging it, shaking her and wringing the pleasure<em>into</em>her rather than out of her, through the link that shielded Raelynne from the pain but not from the involuntary, overwhelming pleasure, reaching her mind and through it her real body, leaving her pulsing and twitching with the climax that made any control impossible.  She was only peripherally aware of tumbling and rolling along the ground.<br/><br/>Her awareness returned, but not her control, limp as she was; there were hands on her, almost gently rolling her to her back... then less gently gripping her hair and lifting so that she faced... first the mushroom/organ, very ready before her, a strange parody of a real phallus, almost comical yet no less threatening for it.  And beyond it, her focus gradually expanded, taking in the beautiful, aberrant form, working from the waiting mushroom up, until they locked on those piercing, beautiful, cold/burning eyes.  It was all too much, too beautiful even in its fungal horror, and in her amazed, post-orgasmic state, the bewildered elf met that gaze, falling into it without remembering to blink.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Fort save... maybe I should have rolled first, and then decided whether to blink!  Oh well, c'mon lucky stars:<br/>At 2016-01-15 00:17:59, victoria4 (uid: 37138) rolls: 1d20a9 DC: 21 Result: 13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=84533) Agh!  Now that's a predicament.<br/></div></div><br/>The nymph was ... so very beautiful, even dangerous as she was, even corrupted as she was... Rayne couldn't stop staring, captivated... ignoring the burning... until the vision faded, the nymph slowly vanishing into darkness with everything else.  Yet still Rayne wanted to see her - she cursed at the loss of that vision, not the loss of her sight.