<strong>Tagging:</strong>Group 4: Arawn, Sai, Elrune, Thog, Jon<br/><br/>Many moth tumbled onto ground and on top of each other as Thog did barbarian magics. Swinging her body and the netted queen about she kept the moth swarm at bay with ease. As she did the glowing moth morningstar revealed the true majesty of the swarm. Dozens of them, probably a hundred. More dark grey wings fluttered to the action, erections, gropy hands, and puffy moth holes ready.<br/><br/>Angriest of their assault aimed at Thog, but in the moment she was too powerful. Many moth tumbled away and climbed back to their feet and wings, looking for easier prey. Magic and arrows flew from the punier adventurers, flashing the jungle in dark flashes of arcane blue and purple. A distant<em>"Yessss~!"</em>hailed from the forest, as if to encourage her onward.<br/><br/>Sai found himself struggling to hit anything in the chaos. He missed a shadow and another, and in the next moment they were upon him. A soft puff hit him in the face, toppling the boy down on his back. In the next instant powerful and fluffy moth thighs tightened around the sides of his head. Ass cheeks pressed around his face and behind a trimmed forest of soft wafted an intense female musk. The wet lips pressed down to gag Sai. She began grinding on him instantly, fighting to keep his wrists pinned down to the ground. Another moth landed on his lower half. In the blinding darkness of pert butt cheeks he could not see, but the floofy peasant girl he had thought harmless pulled out a cock.<br/><br/>She began to wrestle down the elf’s pants with intent to plough his ass. Together they demanded submission. “Still! No fight.” “Give up elf.” “Lick! Drink more!” To get a hold of the elf’s squirming the ‘peasant’ grabbed the bits that had been pulled out of his pants - the dick. Another pair of hands began to grope his legs and  body. It became hard to track how many moths were upon him. A set of lips took his tip, shaft, the whole thing until the base and began to work him towards full hardness. “Good! Keep working,” peasant said. As an Gaia touched monstress sucked him off with merciless vigor a thick bulbous tip began to poke at his sphincter. “Open?” “Give up!” “Give up!” Shouted the moths as they ripped his clothes to shreds.<br/><br/>Others could see the spot where Sai had been was now a bush of fluttering wings and horny moth butts wiggling about as they sought to use him. However, there were more moths to go - a whole bunch for each member of the party. Elrune felt his magic drawn thin after he sent the closest one flapping away, screaming something about a naga. But, it was not enough to shoo away the swarm. Another three landed around him, fingers twitching as they approached, backing the mage against a tree.<br/><br/>An explosion of eldritch flame against a bulky moth set its feathers aflame and sent it running into the jungle. Arawn’s spells kept on flying without rest. They just kept on coming though. Tall horny moths flapped from the trees around him. They sported ass splitting erections without any invitation or approval from him. Intent to molst glistened bright as the stars in their black insect eyes. As another spell left the warlock’s fingertips he heard loud hiss. The sound came from woods across the statue garden clearing, from where the flaming moth had ran. Over there the treetops shuffled as if something enormous slithered between them. The hiss repeated and trees began toppling, collapsing on the path of whatever had began to make its way towards them. At once it became obvious to Arawn that his magic touched moth had awakened something huge to their presence, though his party seemed way too busy to notice - some of them too busy to hear even if he shouted.<br/><br/>Another something shuffled in the bushes. Out of them burst a tall humanoid with short thorn bush for hair and odd glowing patterns on his skin marked the creature as one touched by the Anus. The priestly robes and a bolt of magic zapped from him, taking a moth girl or two into the ground. His advantage was quickly burned out as moths noticed the newcomer. “Dryad? Dryad man. Capture! Capture for milking!” Shouted a particularly decicie voice. Soon a flock of fluffy wings flapped about him.<br/><br/>From the darkness slender hands reached out to try and seize the man’s body. One moth made a dive tackle towards his legs, wrapping her body around one. A third leaped out and slipped her hand into his pants, pulling out the red pulsing fruit. All three made a happy insectoid buzz as they began to grope for a dominant position over the corrupted priest. With each prying for a position near the cock their co-operation began sloppy, but as hunger for cock grew it would only be a matter of time before circumstances would forge an alliance. The one around his leg had found good spots to split her cleavage on the thigh and puffy against the leg. Amidst the wrestle for control she ground her body against him, heated face begging the man to action. One behind Jon fought to keep her petite breasts glued on his back, trying to strip the robes off as she slid her touch around his chest and tongue on his neck. The tallest and most endowed of them spoke with a familiar strong voice as she held him by the base of the cock. “Please calm dryad sir. You want to give us pollen, no? Why would you glow if not to attract horny creatures of the night?”<br/><strong><br/>Adventurers, you all face degrees of peril and victory. Battle has split and some of you are surrounded by sex hungry creatures of the Anus. And some just kick ass. However, the fighting has attracted something in Arawn’s field of view, and it’s coming - soon. What do you do?</strong><br/><br/>OOC: Sai, your clothes are torn and you're effectively half-naked.