<div class="floatright">(https://imgur.com/D7Ukj2C.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Fugue Eventide (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/Delvers_Company_Characters#Fugue_Eventide)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Party<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Chainmail Armor, semi-transparent panties, firm oak "backpack"<br/>HP: 23/23    XP: 0/8<br/><hr/><br/>"Keep 'at limp thing away from me guzzler ya scaled sonovbitch!"<em>Fugue yelled, or at least intended to yell.  Unfortunately, all she got out was </em>"Kee-"<em> when the red-scaled creature shoved its cock into her open mouth, gripping its clawed hands against the back of her head to keep her mouth in place.  She sputtered slightly, the member already lightly coated with Pre-cum and let out a tentative sputter.  For several seconds, she squirmed and coughed into the creature's cock, feeling an aura of smug satisfaction radiating from the beast as it held her face in place, the rigid and scaled cock scraping the back of the Priestess' throat.<br/><br/>Eventually, Fugue realized that she wasn't going to make any headway (heh) just squirming and sputtering, and she realized she was going to have to take control of the situation.  She tossed a glance up towards the towering beast, her eyes smoldering with anger but, slowly, she begin moving her face back and forth, her fast twisting with revulsion as her tongue slowly began tracing the allegator's girth, slowly moving her face in a circle around the creature's shaft and, as she hoped, encouraging it to release its grip on the back of her head, to better let her move her mouth around.<br/><br/>Moving her head back, she began swirling her tongue in a tight circle around the tip of the creature's cock, moving her hands up to grip the base of its massive shaft and then, once she was in position, moving her arms up and squeezing them together, crushing the creature's cock between her chainmail wrapped wrists and grinding her wrists against eachother, giving the beast an equivalent of an indian ropeburn across its cock and sending it yowling in pain.  More importantly, the action made its grip on its scimitar, letting the woman regain her feet and try to wrench the weapon away!</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Defy Danger to disarm the beastie!  At 2019-06-24 14:30:39, Fugue (uid: 49010) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=137558)</div></div>