<strong>Tagging:</strong>Group 1.1:  Nastara (Chains)<br/><br/>Though Chains is a sneaky assassin she is no ranger. Out here in the depths of Anus the natives have the advantage. As the thief weighed her action against risk something crept up behind her and got the drop on her! The tumble was quick and brutal. A bonk to the head stunned Chains. She woke up with something heavy pressing her arms down to the sides of her head and someone's lightly furred faun thighs resting snugly against the sides of her head. Above her rises the lithe small breasted figure of a satyr girl. Her auburn brown hair tumbles down in curls, somehow covering her nipples. Her freckles half meld in with a full flushed blush. She stares down at the drow with shameful lust, floppy goat ears drooping low.<br/><br/>Heavy scent of satyr pussy washes against the drow's nostrils. Same reddish hair decorates her sex with a slightly overgrown bush. She wiggles her sex above Chain's face as she realizes the drow stirs. "Don't even think about moving, or I'll- I'll sit on you!" She isn't joking. To demonstrate her ability to sit the satyr drops her ass on Chains' face. For a moment she sees nothing but black. Lewd juices seep through her lips and fill her mouth with a taste of sex not at all unlike the pussy of a human or an elf. She pulls back, allowing Chains a fresh breath.<br/><br/>"See? I will sit! Now if you don't lick I will..." She pauses. The satyr realizes that if she wants Chains to lick she will have to sit anyway. Her thick little brows curl downward in confusion. "I will... Uhm-" They brighten up again. She seems to have thought of a solution! "Okay. I'll sit and you lick, but if you do I will make you feel good too," she offers, leaning back and sliding her hand against Chains' skin and below her clothes. Her fingers find the drow's equipment tugged snugly in the panties. Fingers slide between her cock, snaking around it. She squeezes it and presses against the slit. Her hand rocks back and forth, rubbing on Chain's sexes. The satyr slides her hips down, bringing herself within licking distance. Her middle finger begins groping Chains' sensitive bits, gracing the valley around her opening with deep rakes. "How about it? Please? I won and I'm horny," she exclaims, a hint of desperation in her voice.<br/><br/><strong>Chains, you are pinned down, groped, and forced face to pussy with the satyr who bonked you on the head. Your weapons and friends are who knows where. What do you do in this kind of situation?</strong><br/><br/><hr/>OOC: You skipped many rounds so the satyr took a few free moves to make things interesting. You are pinned and unarmed, face right against satyr pussy. You can get to this post whenever you like. The narrative time happens kinda separately from rest of the group.