<strong>Name</strong>: Thogstein Wolfgang Fitzgerald Hawthorn The Third (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg14154975#msg14154975)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Anahita, Sparrow, Lauralan, whoever else is around<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Pretty much just dried cum at this point<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 25/25,<strong>XP</strong>: 1/8,<strong>Armor</strong>: 1<strong>Blood</strong>: 0<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/79/a2/91/79a2916544dff17dabe6cc3949922b83.jpg)</div><hr/><br/>Thog just stared down at Sparrow s he walked upwards, a smirk on her lips growing wider and more eager at the egging on by her new acquisition. Her fingers curled inside Anahita as she stared down, forcing her hand in with a loud squelch as her heart raced with the prospect of some sweet conflict. The trip up to this level had been a little quiet on her way back so far, granted that wasn't too bad considering the cleaning that had to have been done but still.<br/><br/>The quick acquiescence was almost disappointing as she twisted her hand inside the new wet glove she'd captured, letting the wetness flooding around her hand drip down Anahita's thighs and soak into the moth cloth she wore.<strong>"You can keep the boy. I've got enough amusement here for now. We can address everything we need once we hit the surface."</strong><br/><br/>She strolled over to where she had been just a few moments ago, snagging one of the cunt blossoms amid a number of vines and pulling Anahita's head around. The wet gaping opening is shoved across the woman's face, grinding the plantlike moist hole right across her nose and mouth. The vines are tied behind Anahita's head to hold it firmly in place.<strong>"There you go. Now breath in deep. It's going to be a smell you'll have to get used to. As for the rest of you, why don't get get moving?"</strong>