Alright, a<strong>Parley</strong>of sorts to convince Mr. Big Jeg that he’s better off having me for himself. Because he’s obviously being bamboozled by Skull-Head.<br/><br/>Sigh. Only an At 2017-10-03 19:27:58, Robyn Hood (uid: 15876) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=108348).<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/t5yTCyE.jpg)</div>“I’m here Lynn!” she bellows in melodious assurance, “Don’t you touch her!” she looks incensed as the beast’s hips undulate unruly, pumping in the air and occasionally against the sack. “How rude,” she attempts to correct the lewd gnoll as her blade cuts through the smooth material of the trap. Watching as inky blackness erupts through the opening and seizing one of the creatures. There was almost a smile on Lorelei’s face with a look of satisfaction. Almost. If nearly immediately her eyes didn’t widen while tumbling with a “Whaaaaa…!” as a snarling dog-man rather unlovingly shoulders her into the soft moss that surrounds the pool, “OOF! Hey careful… wait!”<br/><br/>Lorelei snapped at him as Big Jeg presses right up on her backside and feeling him immediately rubs to full stiffness against her rather smooth and plump backside.<em>How did I get myself into this?</em>her thoughts pour across her mind. There are many potential ways out of this situation. She misses the ones where her friends help. A well landed fist to the noggin of one of these mongrels from her demonic barbarian companion would do the trick. Alas, she’ll have to get her own way out of this one, watching as Fire-Pelt makes his way to Lynn. She lets out a long sigh through her lips making them flap like a horse. Then, looking face to face at Skull-Head… then er um face to dick...  she smiles wide. “Did I say flea-bitten? I meant quite masculine and charming,” her voice trills; half-mocking, half-coy teasing. Lifting herself just slightly on one elbow so she can hold her head in her hand, she taps her index finger against her lips, “I mean yes. I aaaaaam a good catch,” she first tries to blow and the frustratingly swats aside a long lock of hair from her face, “Sooooooo… I guess you are going to rape me, hm? I mean of course you are. Look at those big dicks you’ve got there. All the better to rape you with, just like that rhyme… right?” Letting out a fake laugh that drifts to awkward silence while looking back and forth between her two captors. Clearing her throat and looking back at Big Jeg. “Well he seems to be the leader,” she motions to Skull-Head, “Sooooo I guess he’ll go first. Even though really you did the work here right? But just because the other guy is in charge he gets all the glory and the prize? Doesn’t seem fair to me.” She looks back and forth again, stopping on Skull-Head as if looking for confirmation, “I mean right?” Then rolling her head back to Big Jeg, hoping by now they are adequately confused so she can turn and lean on her side to face them both, “But whatever. Hey, I’m curious,” Lorelei wags a finger at Big Jeg “If we were men would you all split the treasure or does he get it all? I mean I guess that must be how it works, he’s the boss right?” she shrugs. Then tapping her finger on her lips again and looking upwards in fake contemplation, “Tough to be the underling right? I mean he gets to have me fiiiiiirst then I’m all messy by the time I get to yoooooou… EW! I just had a thought. If he spreads his seed all in and over me and then you go second, does that mean you are kinda having sex with him?” She snort-laughs, “Makes you want to go first, right right?! Oh well, let’s get this over with. C’mon big guy.” She wiggles around in Big Jeg’s grasp to turn her rear to Skull-Head, turning back face down, ass up and giving it a little shake.