<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/4NGCqc6g/ae8f46fa01f710c33ffcb693f36777d7.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><hr/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Armor:</strong></td><td>0</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Hit points:</strong></td><td>25</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Damage:</strong></td><td>d6</td></tr></tbody></table><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Str:</strong></td><td>16</td><td>[+2]</td><td><strong>Dex:</strong></td><td>13</td><td>[+1]</td><td><strong>Con:</strong></td><td>15</td><td>[+1]</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Int:</strong></td><td>08</td><td>[-1]</td><td><strong>Wis:</strong></td><td>09</td><td>[+0]</td><td><strong>Cha:</strong></td><td>12</td><td>[+0]</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Mazz Merrytongue (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318428.msg15339377#msg15339377)</span><br/><strong>Action:</strong>Mazz suffers the repercussions of her poor choices.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Defy Danger 10</div><div class="spoiler_body"> At 2020-05-07 14:12:27, Brittlby (uid: 870) rolls: 2d6k2a1 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=146788)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Discern Reality 6</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2020-05-07 16:17:02, Brittlby (uid: 870) rolls: 2d6k2 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=146799)</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>"Whore devour? What whore?" Mazz exclaimed, or at least she intended to exclaim it. If there was one thing even better than a fancy dinner party, it was one with live entertainment! Unfortunately, when she opened her mouth to offer the earnest query about the whore, a pair of hands pulled her off her feet, making it starkly clear that SHE was the live entertainment.<br/><br/>The slime slammed onto the banquet table for the second time in less than a minute, her first instinct being to struggle against the hands as she found herself recast from the "unexpected guest" to the "dessert course". As the party goers guided her head, she opened her mouth to make a smart ass comment only to once again be stymied, this time by the mushroom tip of a hard cock knocking insistently at her glossy lips. The slime shook her head, struggling as best she could, not because she was particularly shy about taking a shot in the mouth, so much as because SHE HAD IMPORTANT SHIT TO SAY!<br/><br/>The head of the table lined her up forcibly to take in his throbbing shaft, the tip slick with pre-cum and Mazz's "lip gloss". As he plunged himself into the warm confines of her mouth, hitting the back of her throat and beyond with a violent thrust, Mazz was forced to acknowledge if only to herself, they obviously weren't interested in her pleasant dinner conversation nearly so much as they were in her voluptuous flesh...<br/><br/>Which was a fair enough! As sweet and luscious as she was, Gods only knew that she had a super difficult time keeping her hands off of herself when push came to shove! Speaking of which, the dinner guests were pushing and shoving her about like a plaything, manhandling her in a desperate bid to mount her first. Surrounded on all sides, Mazz wasn't sure how she was going to get out of this, let alone if she even wanted to get out of it!<br/><br/>Honestly, the slime was entirely content to let herself sink into the mirror trap. At SOME point, surely they would grow tired enough to give her a moment for a snack. She shivered despite feeling hot all over, the questing fingers and lips across her body stirring her own appetites (which on her best day were quite monstrous). The channel of her throat was slick and undulating around the man in black's cock. Though Mazz enjoyed breathing, in her case it was less a necessity and more akin to a habit, like cracking her knuckles or chewing her fingernails... when she'd had knuckles and nails. Without needing to come up for air, she was like a piston taking in the length of him only to let it slip free slowly. Glistening with her drool, he had only a moment to grow cold before she sheathed him again in her lips.<br/><br/>Routinely the last woman standing in gatherings of the sexually depraved, Mazz was very much tempted to try to fornicate her way out of this particular situation. But despite all of her other shortcomings, Mazz was loyal to a fault. Mazz couldn't leave the other Delver's out there without their greatest asset! She had to escape!<br/><br/>Lo, in her moment of need and desperation a cunning plan came to mind! It's scope pleased Mazz immensely both because of it's sheer insidiousness and because the first part of the plan involved continuing to fuck! She allowed her legs to be spread, offering no resistance to those who sought to taste her sex from behind. Mazz's throat twisted around the cock, deliciously wringing around the host in warm sticky pleasure while her slimy fingers teased his swollen balls. She was coaxing him ever closer to release. Mazz could feel the tremble in his thighs and see him taking slow deep breaths to fight the urge, but to no avail as she took him in past her lips to the root, his short hairs tickling her nose as she stared up at him, raw need in her eyes.<br/><br/>As he let out a low moan of warning, Mazz lunged forward one last time, the tip of his cock coming out the back of her head. Even with the tip exposed to cold air, there was nothing short of a stampeding ogre that was going to stop the oncoming load. His hips locked in a spasm as he came, white jism blasting the party goer who was mounted behind Mazz in the eyes. His mask provided no real protection and even for a seasoned veteran, nothing killed the mood quite like getting sperm in the eye.<br/><br/>A goblet had been knocked over by the struggles and it felt nice and heavy in her grasp as Mazz took hold of it. She swung wildly up at the robed fellow in between spurts, clocking him upside the head with a satisfying clang sound. His cock came out of her mouth with a tupper-ware burp as he collapsed into his chair.<br/><br/>The pink slime shifted her position bonelessly, shifting from being mounted from behind to missionary position. Her "attacker"? was still trying to rub semen out of his eyes when she gave him a face full of goblet as well, the soft metal cup dented on both sides now. Slick with fluids and her own excitement, she broke free like a greased pig, and hopped back to her feet. Even though her "goblet of head injury" had seen better days, she swung it ominously at the folks that were still on their feet to warn them away, "Keep back! Don't come to an orgy if you don't wanna get FUCKED, you goons!"<br/><br/>She tried to discern a means of escape, remembering which wall she had come through after re-orienting herself with the table. With a barbarian's war cry, she sprinted down the length of the table, nimbly avoiding the plates, cutlery and other obstacles as she reached top speed. Mazz leapt with the grace of an ice skater, spinning like a top as she hurtled towards the edge of the trap.<br/><br/>There was a moment of clarity, right before things went to utter shit. If she had come in on the left side through the mirror was it still on the left side? Or had it moved to the...<br/><br/>Mazz was spared the embarrassment of completing the thought as she slammed into the wall like a pudding. She dripped down the wall like molasses, shakily pulling herself back up to her feet with a dazed look in her eyes. During the few moments she had spent squished, the party goers had apparently regrouped. The man in the black and blue robes stood off to the side, spunk dripping down his leg as he cradled his head. Even though the rest of the faceless sex party had gathered around her, she could still pick out the one guy with semen on his mask... by the telltale sign of the semen on his mask.<br/><br/>Mazz sighed, shoulders slumping with the weight of her irritation. Resigned to her fate while she regrouped, the slime turned towards the wall and bent over slowly. She stroked her fingers down the length of her legs until they were almost around her ankles. The monster jutted out her plump ass invitingly, a hand coming up between her thighs to part her flower for their lustful gaze, "So, I'm going to work on a Plan B! You folks want to tap this ass, while I'm formulating my next daring escape?"<br/><br/>She had given escape the ol' college try! Unfortunately, she'd never gone to college...