<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Lilandra_Firefeather.jpg)<br/></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Lilliastre Diamonddew the Wizard</strong></span>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1suDKkmcub3tlK6m5gUBxwKnWbMVpfnwhtBC3eleGhd4/edit#)<br/><strong>Name</strong>: Lilliastre Diamonddew<br/><strong>Race|Gender|Class</strong>: High Elf Female Wizard<br/><strong>Stats</strong>:  STR 13 (+1) DEX 9 (+0) CON 15 (+1) INT 16 (+2) WIS 8 (-1) CHA 12 (+0)<br/><strong>Encumbrance</strong>: 5/8<br/><strong>Attack Roll</strong>: 2d6+1 (+1 STR Mod)<br/><strong>Damage</strong>: d4<br/><strong>Armor</strong>: 0<br/><strong>Hit Points</strong>: 19/19<br/><strong>Level</strong>: 1<br/><strong>XP</strong>: 2<br/><strong>Status</strong>: Healthy<br/><hr/><br/>Lilliastre's breaths came in fast, short heaves acompanies by piping cries. The tentacles were everywhere. The monster seemed to have a special appreciation for her breasts. He had pulled her top wide so that her great pink globes juggled free. Her nipples were already yearning. Having the horrible,  hot slime applied directly to the straining nubs turned them black cherry with straining heat.<br/><br/>Lili looked down to find a tentacle wrapped around her breasts like an infinity sign. Another was under the first and between her globes. Thrusting.<br/><br/>There was an art to turning a gentleman down- one she had masters in the decades of her adolescence.  No so rarely meant no...  it wasn't pointless,  it encouraged him to try harder.  Any girl knew that she had til the last garment came off to enjoy the seduction. If she hadn't pushed him away by then she was honor bound to surrender-- no matter the personal cost.<br/><br/>Lilliandra loved being chased. Being seduced. Surely actual sex couldn't be half as sweet.  If a lordling showed true skill she would let him scoop out her breasts,  but she couldn't let it go further. Couldn't trust herself.  Many girls would slap a boy to let him know she really meant stop. That was too crude for Lilliana. Why emberass a boy who made her feel so good?  Pushing him away, however,  was just as much a thing to goad a boy on a saying no. Lilli had learned to grab a boy by the middle finger-- his hand was often on her breast at this point--and drivie him away with subtle pressure.  Just enough pain and authority that the boy had to step back. Just enough pain and authority to let him know she was serious. And so subtle any onlookers thought she had simply shoved him away.  Instead of the humiliation of being struck he could tell his friends that he'd honored her chastity.<br/><br/><em>i need to do that, </em>Lilliastre thought.<em>I need to find where he doesn't bend...</em><br/><br/>Moaning in desire,  lilliastre shoved her staff in the middle of the tentacle mass. Tentacles were sliding along her inner thigh.<br/><br/>"Greater men than you have tried!" She roared. Lilliastre forced the staff to twist with all her might and with all her pride, trying to wrap the tentacles around the staff like noodles.