<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/BNiFDzR.png)<br/><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td></td><td><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Maya (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg13585293#msg13585293)</div></td><td></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>Group:</strong> 1</div></td><td><div align="center"><strong>HP:</strong> 21/25</div></td><td><div align="center"><strong>XP:</strong> 3/8</div></td></tr></tbody></table><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>Wearing:</strong><br/>Chestplate, hip-armor, leather boots and gloves</div></td></tr><tr><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br/><strong>"I hope so as well"</strong>Maya replied to Sparrow, teeth grit in anticipation. The cocky, sharkish grin on her lips was nothing more than a facade, her heels were shifting nervously in the heel of her boots. Honestly, this could go horribly badly. She'd might have bitten over more than she could swallow, that much was for sure. However, she had to keep herself looking strong so the satyrs didn't see through her. For others to believe your lies, you had to believe in them as well. It seemed like she had fooled Sparrow at least, she wondered, if Alexander and Anahita failed and she got knocked out, if he'd just bend over and tell them to get it over with.<br/><br/>Time for fun thoughts were cut short by the sudden storm of satyrs charging at them. She had no clue what had enticed them, if it was her attempted aggravations, if it was the promise of free bounty, or something else entirely. Oh well. She kept her shield up, standing ready to fight. The main goal was for Alex and Ana to knock them all out, but she wouldn't mind knocking a few of them out in the process. She didn't get much of a chance though. As if the simple satyr-minds were wired together, they jumped near simultaneously. While her shield knocked aside the approaching "weapons", the rest of the pack took a hold of her dress, tearing it to shreds in seconds. Her chestplate got pushed up to her neck. The cock that was forcefully pushed up her ass wasn't comfortable, but it wasn't unbearable either. It could've used some oil, but it was bearable, and all the interesting twists and turns it took admittedly felt pretty great, nothing she'd ever felt before. It would surely feel fantastic if it was all slippery, maybe a little softer.<br/><br/>What went on after that was a bit cloudy, but when Mei got around to pull the toys out of their asses, it seemed like the fight was pretty much over. She pushed herself off the ground and took a hold of one of Sparrows' arms, pulling him up to his feet. A few silent seconds passed as she realized what had happened to her dress. A few more seconds and she realized how drafty it suddenly got. She bit her lip, visibly angry over it. Her gloves and boots were still in good shape, her chestplate had survived as well, so had her hip-protectors. However, her stomach was exposed. Worse so, the shreds that were lazily hanging off her straps did nothing to cover her up. Her fists clenched. She tossed aside her flail and shield, stepping up to the closest Satyr, picking up one of their toys on the way. Dick on a stick, surely there were a few things she could do with such a thing. She was crudely wet as well, it was running down along her inner thighs, towards her feet. While the comforting from Mei made her feel better, she could use some sexual healing as well.<br/><br/>She took one of the unconscious satyrs by the horns, pulling it over to one on its back before tossing it on its back, straddling herself over it. A few slaps quickly woke it up.<br/><br/><strong>"Start licking or I'll snap your neck"</strong>She snarled, and it quickly started licking its tongue along her folds, dipping into her wet insides. She sighed in relief and turned to the dick-on-a-stick, spitting on the tip before aiming it up towards the satyr ahead of her, forcefully pushing it up its rear. It groaned in discomfort, but she took a hold of its leg, holding it in as she started to play around with the stick, pushing it in different directions, watching as the satyr groaned.<br/><br/><strong>"Well, this worked out well, our first real fight as a group"</strong>She stated, turning towards the group, rather nonchalant about being eaten out and pushing around a stick pushed into one of the Satyrs' asses. As she'd looked away, the satyr underneath her had slowed its licking, but she snarled back at it and it resumed, faster than before.<strong>"Anyone seen Chains? She deserves a few rough spanks after running away, maybe we should leave her in one of the traps for a while, discipline her a bit? If we can still find her anyways"</strong>She shifted forward, making the satyr turn to the hole they'd so gruesomely violated earlier. It felt nice and soothing to have it licked with such a wet tongue...<br/><br/>She let it go until she finally came over its face. She stood up, stepping on top of the stick up the other Satyr's ass, playing around with it for a bit with her shoe.<strong>"Suggestions for what we should do next? Looking for Chains would probably be the best idea. Oh, and perhaps tossing all these puppies into their own traps so they won't chase after us"</strong>