The thing roars in pain as your blade gouges a deep track into its skin, and actually sways on its feet for a moment... And finally, the thing seems to lose patience, and brings both its hands together on either side of your head in a powerful clap. With your compromised position, it has the perfect position to deliver a mind-numbing blow, and in spite of yourself you feel yourself blacking out... As your vision darkens, you feel the creature's long arms wrapping around your waist once more. ((41 nonlethal damage.))<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Fortunately, your "nap" doesn't last long... you come too when the creature drops you onto a rough "nest" in an almost pitch-black chamber. It's enough to bring you flashing-back to the gnolls, what feels like so long ago... the dank, chilly atmosphere, the heavy musk that clings to your skin. And even the greedy hands, working their way over your body, forcefully peeling your leather skirt away.<br/><br/>"Hrrfff..." The thing exclaims, and two massive hands give your breasts a rough squeeze... only to stop when a faint squirt of milk gushes out over the thing's fingers. In the dim light still being cast by your crossbow- half buried as it is in the creature's hoardings- you see the creature pull its hands up to its face, sniff, and then lick its fingers clean... before leaning down and wrapping rough lips around your nipple. Using its free hand to keep you pinned down, the creature begins to lick and suck at your breasts, urging your body to release the milk it has been producing since your encounter with the slime...