<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/689220636480110605/1018905756562636900/pally_lady_2.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ionli (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=345576.msg16288973#msg16288973)<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Aasimar<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Cleric<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer<br/><hr/>Ionlie continued to enjoy the attention she was getting from "Josephine", the princess somehow finding every spot that made the aasimar feel ready to simply to melt away beneath her surprisingly skillful fingers, rewarding her with quiet sighs and coos for every spot she found as a result.  The hesitation caused by the cleric's desire to better express her gratitude, combined with the fact the artificer was surely blushing under that helmet, caused a dreamy little smile to spread across her face.<br/><br/>"Then I'm glad you chose the 'easy' path in this case," Ionli murmured almost sleepily, feeling warm and safe.  Whatever else was happening didn't matter, until "Josephine" pulled away suddenly, leaving her to fall back to the floor with a startled cry of surprise.  "Hey!"  She whined, only to freeze when she saw what was about to happen.  "Oh, no, that's bad."  She scrambled to stand, but before she could do more than turn onto her stomach, Muula proved that she was the majority source of the mess they'd found in the bath.  Hot, thick, creamy spunk hosed down Thistle and "Josephine", the auburn haired young woman pushing herself up... and freezing when it started to splatter across the floor and the carriage's other occupants.<br/><br/><em>"You're</em>really<em>letting me have a night with this one?"  Surprise and eagerness color the god's tone.  "Seems real generous of you, boss."<br/><br/>"Yeah, she's a good fuck, but she's being difficult."  He sneers at her in disgust.  "I figure you could... loosen her up for me a bit."</em><br/><br/>No!  No, not now!<br/><br/><em>"C'mere!"  Thick fingers in her hair, curling and pulling.  A fat, massive cock being pushed against her lips.</em><br/><br/>Ionli trembled, eyes wide and staring at nothing.<br/><br/><em>Too much, too much, gonna split her in half!  Pull it out, no, not inside!  Hot, hot, so much, flooding, overflowing!</em><br/><br/>A sound, high pitched to the point of almost being unheard, passed her lips, the disconnect of the memory and the events of the present serving to leave her paralyzed, even as the sweet smelling mess flowed up around her arms, her legs, touching her chin!<br/><br/><em>Covered in hot, sticky, thick cum, the bastard standing over her with a leering smirk on his face, even as he "gifted" her with another fat rope of his seed.  "Heh, boss was right... you</em>are<em>one hell of a fuck~"</em><br/><br/>Ionli flailed, panicking, as she pushed herself up out of Muula's mess, breaths coming in quick, frightened pants as she slapped a hand on the edge of the table.  She pulled herself up and onto its surface, scattering the cups Mephis had put there so she could curl up in the middle, hugging her legs to her chest, trying to remind herself that she was here, not there.  Calm, find the calm, Muula has sweet, buttery cum, not that bitter, slimy stuff.  The dissonance between past and current events helped ground her, but she still shuddered and hid her face against her knees, feeling mortified by having such a reaction.  Muula wasn't like that, wouldn't hurt anyone, she just came<em>way too much</em>!  See?  See?!  She even feels bad about it, so stop shaking you useless<em>child</em>!  Yet she didn't, a soft whimper escaping her instead, mostly muffled by her own cum-soaked thighs.  What a gods damned mess, both literally and figuratively.