<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/s4W5Ar7.jpg)</div><br/>Cinder can almost feel the anger and hatred radiating out of the possessed cock.  She knows that Fick hates, with a capital h, being treated like a sex toy.  The way she sucks on him, on Rehn's possessed appendage, enrages him.  He was once one of the most powerful archmages in the entire world.  From the nation of Eden to the elven lands in the east, all trembled in the mighty glory of the all powerful Zamet Frik'karestez.  Yet one devious apprentice swapping out a valuable enchanted sapphire for a cursed one, and his spell had gone so terribly terribly wrong.  Sometimes he wondered what had been worse, sitting in a dark forgotten chest for over five centuries or being forced to endure the humiliation and degradation of 'living' out his life inside this mortal Rhen's dick.  Then these trollops came along, either seeking his knowledge or the thrill of getting fucked by a sentient cock, and he knew the answer.  Solitude would have been far preferable.<br/><br/>He had to admit, she had a point.  It was annoying to be Rhen's cock, but if Pandora ever got a hold of him she'd probably force the cock ring onto some mindless breeding thrall.  Forced to act as a breeding stud all day long, and attached to an even bigger ignoramus then Rhen?  If he could have shuddered, he would have.  Unfortunately this was not his body and he had no control over Rhen.  Still he did know much more about the situation via his divination magic then this elven slut did, so he wasn't worried.  More to the point she was trying to persuade him while at the same time using the exact tactics that she threatened with Pandora.  He wasn't sure if that was a, in his mind stupid, strategy.  Or if she was just such a clueless whore that she didn't realize the irony of what she was saying when juxtaposed with her actions.<br/><br/><strong>"Take your thinly obfuscated threats and cram then in your rotten baby maker you ill bred guttersnipe!"</strong>he spat back at her only a moment after her sentence trailed off.<strong> "Your petty concerns are beneath my genius, beneath my skill!"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Sorry Cin," </strong>Rhen said with a sigh and a shrug,<strong> "He's been really agro lately."</strong><br/><br/>Cinder looked at the cock in her hands.  Well, if diplomacy wouldn't work, she could always battle him in a force of wills.  Thankfully she knew his weak spot, he felt degraded when being forced to fuck, and more to the point every time Rhen came, it made Frick sleepy and malleable.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ok, So you're going to have to engage in a contest of wills with him.<br/><br/>Roll Result: rhev rolled: 6d6, adding 3 to the total<br/>Comment: Friks mental fortitude<br/>Result: 2, 6, 3, 3, 5, 4, <br/>So rolling a 6 = 2 successes.  5 and 4 = 2 more successes.  Plus he has a bonus of 3 successes.  This gives him a total of 7 successes  that you have to beat.<br/><br/>But we're going to do this a little differently.  You can roll your soul score (4d6) and see if you can beat his massive ego with pure luck right away.  I doubt you'll get 8 successes, but it's possible!  Then if you fuck Rhen to completion, you get to make another roll.  BUT you can add the successes from your first roll to the second.  IF this still isn't enough to 'beat' Frik into submission.... well.... Cinder doesn't mind going for multiple rounds and the eventual degradation (IE you keep adding your successes cumulatively until you get 8 or more) of his mounting shame means it's only a matter of time till Cinder can fuck Frik into submission, telling her everything he knows.  I'll also say you get a bonus die on each post-fuck roll if Cinder uses her ass as well as mouth or vag, just because that'd be even more humiliating to Frik.<br/><br/></div></div>