<strong>Location:</strong>Lady's Lake, Nearby woods;<strong>Time &amp; Date:</strong>Early-evening, 16 Elient (Adventure Day 1)<br/><strong>Alura's Hp (https://docs.google.com/document/d/16btTs4SUeC-YAH3KBgMzX1EuQS2zbyRzywwU6_W0iq0/edit):</strong>40/40; Speak with Plants<br/>lightning lord (8/8 bolts); storm burst (7/7)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells &amp; Spell-like Abilities</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Druid Spells Memorised</strong> (CL 8th; +12)<br/>1st - <em>aspect of the falcon, cure light wounds, entangle</em> (DC 15)<em>, obscuring mist</em><br/>0 (at-will) - <em>detect magic, light, mending, read magic</em><br/><br/><strong>Spell-like Abilities</strong> (CL 8th; +12)<br/>0/1 - suggestion (DC 17)<br/>2/3 - charm person (DC 15), deep slumber (DC 17), tree stride<br/>At-will - entangle (DC 15), tree shape, wood shape (1 lb. only)<br/>Constant - speak with plants</div></div><hr/><hr/><br/>Grish shrill grunts mix in with the muffled moans as his hips continue to buck lewdly into the lovely face, his head thrown back and eyes closed.  Every gliding motion he makes, smears Alura's tongue with a new dribble of the goblin's nasty fluids, but Grish can hardly care, only able to think of how incredibly lucky he has gotten.  A moment like this with such an impossibly gorgeous woman is beyond his wildest imaginations.  His hands gradually increasing in grip on her dusky head as he works his utmost to force himself as deep as his he can go despite being not<em>quite</em>able to reach the back of her throat.<br/><br/>"Aaahhh!  Big, human women best!" he snarls without ceasing the lewd rhythm of his hips.  Every buck he makes seeming to cascade on top on one another, almost that it seems that the goblin is vibrating his length rather than thrusting in and out, given the sheer speed he going at.  If there wasn't so much fluids, Alura's lips might have been chaffing right now from Grish's overenthusiasm.<br/><br/>That enthusiasm, however, seems to be his own enemy.  It is too much for him.  He wants more of this gorgeous woman before him and he pulls out of her mouth with a lewd<em>pop</em>, but the very feel of Alura's silky lips as he pulls out is too much.  Before her very face, the swollen shaft swells and strains.  Grish snarls in frustration as he lightly smacks his green pole on Alura's cheeks and face, but he's already over the edge.<br/><br/>The first streamer of his jizz, strikes heavily across her face, clinging with almost scalding heat.<br/><br/>Grish grimaces and his toes curl up on Alura's lap as he continues to play artist and paints Alura with wet, but diminishing strokes of his goblin ejaculate.  Gasping, he almost loses balance from his precarious perch and staggers backward, the combination of weariness induced by magic and fatigue overtaking him.  Collapsing against a rock, he slumps to the ground, as inert as a sack of salt.  His softening length dribbling out the last dregs of balls, pooling at the head on the floor.<br/><br/>Drifting off to sleep, he leaves Alura to gather herself for the moment, though there is every confidence that  he will carry out her suggestion, even in the event that the magic wears off before he reaches this Blackhorn warchief he mentioned previously.