<div class="floatright">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/37e6d575-9ad7-4618-84be-cc9926784dfe/dfdk2bi-b08feab8-b1b2-4dda-adfc-85b22383ea4b.jpg/v1/fill/w_1192,h_670,q_70,strp/159_thistle_by_silvarknite_dfdk2bi-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9NzIwIiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvMzdlNmQ1NzUtOWFkNy00NjE4LTg0YmUtY2M5OTI2Nzg0ZGZlXC9kZmRrMmJpLWIwOGZlYWI4LWIxYjItNGRkYS1hZGZjLTg1YjIyMzgzZWE0Yi5qcGciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9MTI4MCJ9XV0sImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl19.udK6ZXzGvE3Dm7Et-t4_AbqbRcRh4bj11Q--tQT1E3w)</div><strong>Name: Thistle</strong><br/><strong>Race: Human</strong><br/><strong>Age: 18</strong><br/><strong>Class: Barbarian</strong><br/><strong>Status: Freeman </strong><br/><br/>After a moment she decides to follow and listen in on this important conversation that<strong>Hiroshi </strong>is having. Quietly she creeps down the hall and listens at the entrance to the room.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=345577.msg16302388#msg16302388">Quote from: Laughing Hyena on 05-10-2022, 12:17:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Y-Yes I did intend to make my claim of her tonight. And I wanted it to be one she can be happy in recalling."</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Thistle’s jaw drops open and her eyes go out of focus.<br/>Her mind fills with images of<strong>Hiroshi </strong>claiming<strong>Alana</strong>.<br/>As she has little first hand experience her vision is of<strong>Alana </strong>kneeling before her Master and licking every inch of him. The details in her daydream are blurry.<br/>As she tries to imagine<strong>Alana </strong>licking the meat between<strong>Hiroshi’s</strong>legs, Thistle begins to drool. Her vision becomes more clear and pictures a large blue sausage erect from his lap. And in this dream, Thistle see’s not<strong>Alana</strong>, but herself licking it.<br/><br/>With a gentle gasp and a slap to her own face, Thistle snaps out of it and retreats from her eavesdropping position.<br/><br/><strong>“What are you thinking? I need to take a bath and clear my head…”</strong>Thistle says to herself as she wanders. She overheard from someone that there was a bath tub nearby.<br/><br/>Finally Thistle finds the Bathroom, and approaches it with a towel wrapped around herself.<br/>Right as she approaches and steps into the door<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=345575.msg16302318#msg16302318">Quote from: Vreski on 05-10-2022, 09:18:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Want to fool around some? Our equipment seems well suited for each other. I'm a little afraid I'll hurt the other girls in our Adventuring Company. I myself love a good stretch."... "Can you do that with your cock inside of me?" Muula smiled naughtily at Lalia.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Thistle freezes, her eyes fixated on the scene, her mind hanging on the words.<br/><strong>“...Moo…” </strong>was just about the only sound she could manage to squeak out at this point.<br/>For a moment Thistle’s mind flashes to an image of her being strapped to and penetrated by the large<strong>minotaur </strong>and<strong>centaur</strong>. Just like the woman she freed from that Bugbear.<br/><br/>Thistle starts to slowly step back out of the room.<br/><strong>“S… so…sorry…” </strong><br/>Just as she’s almost out she slips, falling to the floor and dropping her towel.A trickle of blood drips from her nose.<br/>Quickly she grabs it to recover herself as she scurries away.<br/><br/><strong>“Ok… it’s ok… I clean up later. Maybe look for river I can bathe in.” </strong><br/>Thistle mumbles to herself as she gets dressed.<br/><strong>“Ok, back to plan A! Poker Night!” </strong><br/><br/>Thistle heads to<strong>Ionli’s </strong>room to see if she would like to play with her.<br/>Right as she about to knock she hears the voice of<strong>Mephis </strong>inside.<br/><strong>“What are they doing in there?” </strong>She wonders and she presses her ear to the door.<br/><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=345575.msg16304074#msg16304074">Quote from: Kunoichi on 07-10-2022, 13:23:14</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"It's... your first time touching one, isn't it?" "Feel free to explore as much as you like. You've got a nice, gentle touch. It feels good~"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=345575.msg16304089#msg16304089">Quote from: Crensler on 07-10-2022, 14:30:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Ahn... does that feel good, too?"  "It keeps twitching~"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><br/><br/>Thistle’s cheeks grow red. She tries to understand and imagine what’s going on. Was<strong>Mephis </strong>using her magic to massage<strong>Ionli</strong>? But something sounded… weird about their tone and the words they said. Thistle’s begins to feel wobbly and warm. She remembers how she felt when<strong>Mephis</strong>touched her earlier. It felt nice. Thistle imagines laying in bed, with both<strong>Mephis </strong>and Ionli rubbing and massaging her.<br/><br/>Thistle rubs a hand across her own chest, and another on her thigh.<br/><strong>“This feels good”</strong>She whispers to herself, continuing her daydream.<br/>Unintentionally her hand brushes her own pussy and lets out a surprised smile.<strong>“No… not now. Bad girl…”</strong>she whimpers to herself as she slowly slides her hand into her pants to continue to rub… for just a moment.<br/><br/>A voice in her head yells<strong>“Stop!”</strong>as she hears footsteps from down the hall.<br/>Embarrassed to have anyone see her like this she jumps up and quickly leaves.<br/><br/>Finally Thistle makes her way to find<strong>Josephine</strong>.<br/>Someone who she could rely on to not be up to anything naughty tonight.<br/>Before she enters the room, Thistle being paranoid, she listens at the door.<br/>Inside she can hear heavy breathing, occasional grunting, and a pounding noise.<br/><br/>Any other night Thistle would think nothing of this. But after what she heard and seen tonight her mind fills in strange images of power armored humping. With a look of horror on her face Thistle decides its best to slowly back away…<br/><br/>