<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/cnTXuXv.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Jon Blood (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg13585329#msg13585329)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Moxie, Xia, Ishmael, Kyoko, Candi<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Same as picture<br/><hr/><br/>A verse from the holy scriptures of the lord, Arc Balthazar:<br/><br/><em>Fearing the unknown is to fear the prospect of obtaining glory. Fearing those unknown to you is to fear the prospect of comradery, or challenge. You shall not run, nor strike, out of fear.<br/><br/>       <del>   </del>Blaze 1T, 4:20</em><br/><br/>Jon held little faith in his group of adventures when all of its female members began to display unprovoked hostile behavior towards the dryad group they had encountered. While his god might have, perhaps, disagreed with his choice to attempt and heal the transforming female adventurer, the cleric did not believe hostility towards an unwilling opponent was the way forward.<br/><br/>It's funny when you thought about it. A man called Jon Blood, a war cleric from a church who worships a god who's all about conquest, was currently, along with the only other male in their group, Ismael, the ones advocating for a peaceful negotiation. Naturally, getting some free and eager dryad loving was a big motivator, but still, how's that for a stereotype role reversal?<br/><br/><strong>"I could never turn down a friendly invitation made by such a charming woman such as yourself!"</strong>he responded when the dryad made the offer of "help get that edge off," as she called it. An eager grin was pretty much stuck on his facial features now.<br/><br/>As the scene progressed, the leafed lady, quite understandably, asked for some security measures to be taken in regards to the catty female adventurers he'd come to, unfortunately, call his party heading into the Anus. Perhaps the church should have inquired more about these women before sending Jon off with them. Right now they were two hand-fulls and a woman-child who could not even handle her weapon properly.<br/><br/>Ah well.<br/><br/>The young woman he had attempted to heal<del>   </del>though that had proven to be impossible<del>   </del>focused her attention on him, clinging to him and calling him her hero. The play was obvious, but no harm going with it, right? Pressing herself up against him, she wasted little time to press her lips against his for a heated kiss. Exhaling a purple cloud, Jon had little choice but to inhale it, the kissing had left him too breathless to resist. He could tell what it did to his senses, dulling the already nearly non-existent idea to fight even further.<br/><br/>He chuckled as she asked for the obvious.<strong>"You had me at "fuck," my dear."</strong>His fingers moved against her moist slit after she had guided his hand between her thighs, making her moan and writhe in pleasure, even as her "elder sister" stood over them, speaking to what could be seen as his sole remaining compatriot, Ishmael. She ushered them further in and Jon was guided along by his lustful dryad adventurer lady, who's lips apparently were too unwilling to part from his own for even a moment<del>   </del>even as they walked to follow Ishmael and the elder dryad lady.<br/><br/>Still enchanted by the purple haze inhaled earlier, Jon offered no resistance and was easily lead along by the transformed adventuress, their hands and lips all over each other.