<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kYGfZcX.png?1)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Silvy Volkar (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2448010)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Female Dhampir Witch</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>40<strong>AC:</strong>14<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">lv. 0 - prestidigitation, mending, stabilize, light<br/>lv. 1 - 2/5  mage armor, enlarge person, reduce person, inflict light wounds, ill omen<br/>lv. 2 - 3/3 vomit swarm, alter self, inflict moderate wounds, steal breath<br/>lv. 3 - 4/4  Thorny Entanglement, Bestow Curse</div></div><br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+0<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>Ward hex on Sophia (+2 AC, +2 on saving throws, lasts until target gets hit or fails saving throw)<br/><hr/><br/>Silvy let out a small start as the orc was so swiftly upon her, though it quickly turned to a giggle as she was hefted up into his powerful arms, her own quickly looping around his neck, "Indeed you have, now come closer my prey..." she cooed, sighing deeply into the kiss. Her right hand reached up and took a fistful of Grim's hair, holding him surprisingly tight, not allowing him to pull back until he deepened the kiss past mere lips. When he broke away the horny half-breed would playfully pursue and start peppering his lips with light pecks, trailing back and forth across his wide grin from tusk to tusk, showing no fear of them as she kissed them as well.<br/><br/>"I suppose we'll have to see who is whos" she breathed with a bite of her lip, burying her face in his neck as he carried her off. It was crazy how life turned out sometimes. Silvy's thoughts of orcs had not been too different from most others' not long ago, and the thought of being ravaged by one had inspired the same fear it did in all unsoiled maidens. If a year ago one had told her that fear would be replaced by intense yearning, she wouldn't have believed them, yet here she was, being carried off by a hulking hunk of a man, a fire burning in her belly that couldn't be quenched by mere water.<br/><br/>As they approached the spring Silvy would wriggle her way out of the orc's grasp, landing on her feet in front of him, pressing herself against him again, "Hold still..." she cooed, starting to slowly circle around him. As she did she would unclasp and slide off pieces of his armor, bit by bit stripping him down, occasionally surprising him with a kiss upon the newly exposed skin. Soon the gleam of polished steel had been completely replaced by wide expanses of green muscle, her hands tracing across them appreciatively as she circled, taking in every angle of his impressive form. Perhaps it was not saying too much, having grown up in a court of gaunt vampires and a coven of female witches, but Grim was by far the manliest specimen she had ever laid her eyes upon, and it practically made her loins explode with primitive desire, to be manhandled by him, to be bred by him, to mother children just as strong.<br/><br/>With a smile she let her hand trail up his broad chest and then down a strong arm to take his hand. Turning to the spring she lead him by the hand (https://i.imgur.com/fL73GzZ.jpg?1) into the water, making sure he had a perfect view of her swaying hips and thick ass as they slowly vanished beneath the surface.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:</strong><br/><br/>