Syla squirmed in horror as the giant's tongue engulfed her, his massive face filling her world until his foul tongue blotted it out and she struggled to breath while he humiliated her. She choked out a muffled scream as his tongue stroked her body, saliva dripping like ichor from her. Syla scrabbled frantically in his grasp, her small feet sliding wetly against his massive fingers.<br/><br/>Her eyes rolled in a panic, a hand reaching forward to ward her attacker off instinctively, as if her strength were anything compared to his. His laughter was like a doom bell ringing, and her gaze flashed down to his grip on his cock that made her stomach turn.<br/><br/><em>Oh goddess, please no!</em><br/><br/>He had opened his palm enough to push his face and tongue in, and she could feel herself sliding in his hand as the saliva ran down her. This meant she was slippery though, and she looked skyward hoping to zip upward and away. Her flight spell was still active, she could feel the air vibrating around her, ready to embrace her, if only she could slip free.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">I wasn't entirely sure what you meant by the DC12 to escape, since it's her Dex vs. his Str. I'm going to infer that her slipperiness gives her a +3 bonus to escape, and roll again. The results were kind of flipped this time, with her rolling a natural 20 and him rolling a natural 1. It looks like she escaped her predicament :)<br/>https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=114340<br/>https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=114341</div></div><br/><br/>With the most desperate energy of her young life, Syla suddenly shot upward out of the giant's grip. The giant's spittle sprayed about her with the speed of her expulsion as she flew like a shot arrow. The wind whipped at her, her heart hammering in her chest, every moment she feared she would feel his grip on her again.<br/><br/>Syla stopped and turned, now about 60 feet above the giant. His stench was strong in her nostrils and the terror still lay thick about her. Panting, the wind rippling about her making her saliva drenched clothing feel cold, her gaze turned into a glare. Syla's expression tightened into anger, her fingers clenching as sparks began to dance across them.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">I figured her action this round was escaping and moving a distance of the speed of her Fly spell, which is 60'. I plan to have her hit him with a lightening bolt in her rage, but I'm holding off as I assume it's his turn to act.</div></div>