<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/nsU8jPO.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Abigail Hardwood (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=306478.msg14926652#msg14926652)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>everyone<br/><strong>HP: </strong>23/26<strong>Armor:</strong>4<strong>XP: </strong>1/8<br/><strong>Action:</strong>sex to bypass obstacle roll: fuck the pirates to make them forget to steal the gold back<br/><strong>Roll:</strong>sex: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=138115) "they take more than you offered", so more than just "booty"?<br/><hr/><br/>"well alright, more for me I guess!" Abigail cooed, seemingly not at all bothered by Priscilla ducking out, giving the girl a parting wave before suddenly getting yanked into position by Saltbeard, "Mmph! eager aint ya?" Abigail teased back at him, well experienced folds easily parting for his prying digits. Any fantasies he may have had of some kind of "revenge rape" were sorely dashed when he found her oh so wet and wanting, the whorish knight seemingly not at all perturbed that she was about to get gang banged by a bunch of ghosts and monsters.<br/><br/>As the jolliest of Rogers pressed himself into her tight (miraculously so given everything it's been through) anus, the seedy pirates could hear Abigails moans echoing through the inside of her helmet, echoing sound of her own whimpers mixed with the increasingly hot and stuffy air within her helm getting her even more hot and bothered than normal. Beyond the tightness of her squeezing rim, the inside of Abigail's ass was loose enough that Saltbeard could glide through her like butter, though when the experienced whore clenched up she could still practically stop his cock in it's tracks, indirectly controlling the pace of his fucking, tightening up one moment to make him really grab firm onto her hips and press himself hard and deep, and then the next loosening up to let him furiously pond to his heart's content.<br/><br/>Quickly loosing herself in her ghostly cheek clapping, Abigail didn't notice the encroaching crocs until she felt the first mushroom tip slap her soft lips. Immediately her tongue slipped out to lick the dab of pre from her puckers, her mouth assailed with a strange, inhuman, but not at all unpleasant taste. It was one they planned to make her intimately familiar with it seemed, Abigail assaulted with the salty taste and musky smell of croc cock as they lewdly slapped them against her exposed lips and pushed them up against her nose, briefly making her look like a cute little piggy. The pirates could practically hear the wet sploosh of Abigail gushing onto the deck, a mini waterfall leaking down her thighs. She absolutely loved it when someone just brazenly smeared their dick all over her face, getting her all dirty with their juices. It was just so dominant and arousing, and seemed to flick the slut switch in her brain like crazy, like repeatedly slamming the sharpest key on a piano, but with their dick. She again let her tongue hang out so they could rub their tips up and down it, and even leaned forward to suckle at their gator gonads.<br/><br/>The crocs didn't seem to share her appreciation for proper fellatio build up, however, as the fore-foreplay was quickly ended by the wet pop of two bulbous cock heads slipping into her mouth at the same time, "Mmmmmf..." Abigail moaned with satisfaction, letting her tongue lap at the twin tips, slurping up the steady trickle of pre-cum. She would even twist her tongue to wedge between where the two heads were forced to push up against each other, making sure she polished every inch of their green crowns. As she started sucking both their cocks at once, Abigail would stop pushing her hips back against Saltbeard, instead letting his thrusts knock her forward, pushing her deeper down on the two cocks with each thrust, making the herculean task of trying to deep throat two cocks at once much easier. Of course even as she was spit roasted from both ends, three dicks to only two holes, Abigail didn't want to forget about the others, or for the others to forget about her. She, or more accurately Hatch, had picked up on the lingering animosity from the defeated crew, and so Abigail was determined to win them over with a high impact fuck frenzy, or at the very least make them forget about whatever they were planning by sucking their brains out through their dicks. To this end the gloves of her gauntlets would suddenly pop off, allowing her to reach back and grip the cocks of the two crocs holding her shoulders down with soft, smooth hands. Letting out a gurgle that could vaguely be construed as a teasing giggle, Abigail started pumping the scale poles, running her fingers along their alien ridges and wringing her hands around them to add a light twisting to her strokes. Perhaps against Saltbeard's wishes she would also attempt to hike one of her legs up, trying to hook it over the pirate's shoulder, exposing her dripping twat to anyone else. Honestly buried under cock as she was she wasn't even sure how many pirates had gathered around her.