Name: Ilset Val'atha<br/>Tagging: Thorsen'melis<br/>Location: The Walking Duck<br/>Skill: 7<br/>Stamina: 14<br/>Luck: 8<br/>Climax: 2/3 remaining<br/><br/>"No!" she denied again and again, refusing the truth he spoke of his past, refusing to listen to his voice, already swimming around in her head like an insect that wouldn't go away.  "Monsters...monsters will say anything...monsters will lie and... and call all that's good and holy...evil...It isn't true...You're lying, you're lying,<em><strong>you're lying!</strong></em>" she cries out in equal parts anger and pain.<br/><br/>"Who are you to tell me my beliefs are false? Who...who are you to tell me that we're evil, that everything I know is a lie, falsified by those who raised me?!  Who are you to speak of cleansing, when...when it was you who stole my innocence from me, who ruined me..." she trailed off.<br/><br/>Her screams slowly devolved into tears, her relatively immature mind unable to handle the words Thorsen was speaking, instead choosing to scream and yell at him, refusing to broaden her horizon, to accept another truth, but she was finding it impossible...somewhere in her heart, she felt a twinge of pain at his explanation of his younger self, something she couldn't ignore, though she dared not admit it out loud.<br/><br/>"Who are...you to....who are you...Who..."<br/><br/>His continued attention hadn't gone wasted, however, and the lewd sound of flesh on flesh, his full sack, waiting to be emptied inside of her slapping against her ass with gusto, and the slick squelching of his member inside of her filling the air, her feminine slickness dropping in a thin rivulet to the floor.  she could feel it beginning again, that familiar sense of pleasure building up, almost ready to burst out once more...She was going to climax again.<br/><br/>Rolls: Skill- Result: 15 (21-15=6 stamina damage, 2 stamina remaining for Ilset) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=64381)<br/>Note: Apparently so!