<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hit Points: 76     Speed: 40 feet<br/>AC: 23<br/>Saves: Fortitude: +9     Reflex: +6     Will: +2     BAB: + 11/ + 6<br/></div></div><br/>"Get off of my sword!"  Yolande menaced the lone guard with her rapier - if he would back away, she'd be glad to pick up her sword and prepare for combat properly.  But if not... the rapier thrust twice, her strength behind it.  She wanted to kill him or chase him off, so she could recover her weapon and try to find her way back to the road.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls and OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">If the hobgoblin actually does back away, she'll retrieve her double-sword.  If not, full attack with rapier:<br/><br/>Attack 1: 1d20a12 Result: <strong>18</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=124958)     Damage: 1d6a3 Result: <strong>7</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=124960)<br/>Attack 2: 1d20a7 Result: <strong>23</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=124959)     Damage: 1d6a3 Result: <strong>4</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=124961)<br/></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Gena tried to ignore the feeling of those tongues, to ignore the sensations that were warming her up so quickly, so terribly... she didn't know that the previous nights had already prepared her for this, had no way to know this wasn't the first night... her body was already primed to react, had already done so, and now it heated up wonderfully.  She tried not to show how she felt, at least, but there was no concealing her howl as she spasmed, orgasm all the stronger for her trying to hold it back.  She lay there, panting, still hot, when someone spoke... "bitch"?  She'd heard that before, as an insult... and maybe it was one again, but the way he said it... the way he promised to breed her... felt different now.  Exciting her even more, though she was furious at him, and at herself.  Not that she could do anything to keep the cock from pushing all the way up inside her, and again she howled, though with outrage, and frustrated helplessness.<br/><br/>A different voice told her what to do, and she wanted to disagree, wanted to object, but first the gag, and then the cock that pushed through the ring, made it impossible.  Inside, she thought: "But I'm... I'm the alpha..."  So she had always thought, and she'd always been the strongest... but now she had already cum before they started, and was warming up uncontrollably again as they pistoned into her from both ends, and she wasn't so sure anymore... was she the alpha?  Or should she be a good bitch... another jump of excitement at the thought.  "No..." she thought... but that voice was weakening, while her heat grew, and she just imagined how it would feel to be filled with their seed... her body was so ready for it.  Was made for it.