The twang of Val's now seems to set off another raucous burst of combat. The stillness of the jungle is now truly interrupted as shouts and screams and slapping flesh explodes into a cacophony of noise.  The arrow from her bow slicks just along the cudgel wielding orc's cheek as he stumbles and charges over Valderina.<br/><br/>His face mere inches from hers, he struggles with her in the dirt, the thin line from her arrow freely visible, "Damned elfs, make you regret that!" He grabs roughly on the front of her clothes to thump her against the ground, heavy fists holding her to the ground. As she struggles to get a weapon out, he pulls back a hand and backhands her with a snarl (Val, please roll and take 1d6 damage!). With another grunt, he pulls her back up towards him, the thin fabric beginning to rip under his harsh treatment.<br/><br/>Elise's conversation with her goddess is an odd one, the lovely cleric standing and dripping wet with nectar. There is, as always, the feeling of her presence all around, that presence that so many consider heavy and stern, but that has always felt different to Elise. As the spell escapes her lips, she feels the vague sense of enclosing arms around her, protective and caring, a feminine shape at her back.<br/><br/>As she runs through the swamp, she comes to bear among the orcs ready for combat weapon in hand. What she has missed though, is that one of her boots has tangled in the abandoned net. The unarmed injured orc turns to her with a wicked smile and begins to advance. "Mmmn, good tits on this one!" He announces cheerfully to his fellows.<br/><br/>The blade of Aeryn slices through the air, jabbing into the orc shaman's chest, bringing a stop to his chanting, a snarling gurgle escaping from him. His thick hands grasp around hers and his mouth works. Those with arcane senses will feel a thrum as the spell is let out, not what it would have been but still something. Aeryn feels it first, a sharpness against her skin, then glances with horror to see that the straps of her armor have shifted, the leather sprouting thin bladed teeth. With each movement, they risk cutting her or the softer parts of her armor. The orc tightens his grip on her hand, holding the rapier within him as best as he can as the straps begin to tighten, sharp and painful. "I... Bind... You- he growls our before Aeryn is able to pull away from her, blade properly in her hands.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Close enough to the orcs that Val could shoot an easy interrupting arrow, Krampus is dealing with a monster. Or perhaps being dealt with by a monster.<br/><br/>The mess of tentacles that held the monster up now twists in on itself to bring them to use. The krampus spirit is surrounded by them, her arms and legs now wrapped in purple flesh, the oversized fat cock pressed between her tits and suckled in her mouth, as her ass and pussy are pounded relentlessly. Her entire body bounces over and over, a dizzying amount of fucking that presses her face against the monsters abs.<br/><br/>The long fingers of the beast continue to grip and spread her ass while more tentacles continue to wrap around her, passing between her breast, wrapping around her neck, pressing pressure as though they think they will join their companions in penetration.<br/><br/>When Krampus moves to popbher lips off of the monster's cock, a spurt of thick seed blasts into her mouth mere moments before she can get it out. Another thick spurt cakes her cheek before the monster let's out a groan of need. It listens, perhaps shockingly, then pauses to think looking at the orcs. It raises Krampus up, turning her around so that Krampus's back is to it's chest and begins to lower her. A light carress of psychic energy touches Krampus's mind, hesitation and desire for a reward now, not later.<br/><br/>But it doesn't just drag and force her into the cock. It wants her to choose it, the absolute monstrosity pointed up towards Krampus's crotch, leaving the Deliver slightly more wiggle room to put her pussy or ass where her mouth is, so to speak. Even as it seeks it's reward before it's return, it shifts it's massive form to face towards the shore of the swamp, Krampus's curvy body in full display against it's dark chest.<br/><br/><strong> Delvers! The fight rages on! What do you do?</strong>