<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UAKMwIr.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Selena Ashkey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303516.msg14823482#msg14823826)</span><br/><strong>HP</strong>: 20/20<strong>Status</strong>:<br/><strong>AC</strong>: 14<strong>Tagging</strong>: Ezikariel, Iclyn, Isabella, Kayla, Orlith, Wren<br/><br/><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><strong>Roll:</strong><br/><strong>Damage:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>The goblin found herself able to do little but moan as Orlith guided her around by the rouge coloured digits, thrusting her breasts out further as the liquid poured down them, her hands molding the fleshy globes together as best she could so little liquor would be lost. The diminutive nympho perfectly comfortable with her friend, and only her friend, treating her so, knowing that the warrior only did this to spice up their lesbianic encounters.<br/><br/>Biting her lower lip, Selena considered once more whether now was the time an admission of love for the tiefling should roll off her lips and tongue?<br/><br/>She knew deep within her rapidly beating heart that no one made her feel like the woman before her and despite neither of them possessing a 'Rod of Babymaking' betwixt their legs that she'd happily accept the giantess as her lifemate, for whichever god would sanctify such a union.<br/><br/>Yet despite her heart's desires, her cunning little mind was filled with doubt, well aware that her companion was a free spirit of sorts, keen to range far and wide as her blade met worthy opponents, truly a woman who lived for the moment, so perhaps she would see a marriage to the bard as akin to shackles? Further beyond that was the fear she was truly unlovable, just a tarted up goblin who was good for a roll in the sack but little else and that it would only be a decade or so before her beauty faded and no one would desire her ever again.<br/><br/>It was thoughts like these which withheld her orgasm and left her clearheaded enough to focus on her partner instead, hands leaving her breasts as Orlith finished drinking to slip around the larger woman's head to keep it pressed to her cleavage a moment longer. Hoping the tiefling would untie the breast covering strip of red cloth so her nipples could get some attention too.