<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/dea365467d5124c6cbec34019d1d794f_zpse6fcef04.jpeg)</div><br/>Sydney Malorne (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247429.msg12254506#msg12254506)<br/><br/><em>Sydney, her tatters being little more than a leather collar with strands of cloth hanging down to partially obscure the top of her breasts, lets out a pained moan as Phel easily yanked her off her feet and easily fled the area with her.  She blinked a few times, pressing her fingers into her stomach a bit as she squeezed her legs together, biting her lower lip as she took a slow breath, trying to force herself to stop reliving the experience of having the prisoner thrust himself repeatedly into her asshole even while her friend pressed herself into and across her most sensitive of flesh.  She shook her head, a slight flush touching her cheeks, but eventually pulled herself back to the present and looked slowly around her.<br/><br/>There.  She let her eyes play along the lines of power glimmering against the Dragon's flank.  There, she saw the incantations glimmer along the strands and frowned.  What if... instead of keeping a dragon within... it was set to keep the rocks without?<br/><br/>She raised a hand and begin muttering deeply, trying to twist and repurpose the magical energy but... unfortunately, she felt the power fade out of her... There was no lust to draw from, no desire to consume.  She had let herself be used as a fucktoy and fucktoys couldn't make the world dance...<br/><br/>She shook her head, slightly.  "I... I can't..."<br/><br/></em><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">failroll</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2016-12-03 02:31:42, Sydney (uid: 49010) rolls: 2d6a1 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=97511)</div></div>