<strong>Tagging:</strong>Group 4: Jon Elrune, Thog<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/urBWCoN.png)</div><br/>Muscle magics not seen in the Anus since the rampage of a Barbarian God’s first tumble with the Gaia took Naga by surprise. She oofed loud. Tongue lolled out in a moment of confusion. A comfy confusion as her pillow was made of Thog. Head bonked into ground the naga was distracted to act in time.<br/><br/>Another more embarrassing oof escaped her lips in a loud canopy shivering moan. The warmth of that word magician hugged her in the front. And she hugged his, her cunt did. His pollinator so deep and rigid. Naga let out another set of sounds to signal her approval. Her enormous snake tush squished under the thrust, then, shook into motion. Pleasure spilled from her lips every time she tensed the inside of her hips, rushed to meet his thrusts. She wanted it. She wanted to fuck back, but she could not keep up. For the first time in her life as assumed domme of the Green Rim she has no idea how to respond. So she does by letting go. Loving every second.<br/><br/>Her muscular frame tensed, teeth clenched. Orgasm bubbled from her lips in happy slithers. She struggled against Thog, but only with the compulsory wiggle to assure barbarian of her wrestle hold’s tightness. The tip of her massive naga tail did a doggy-waggle, slamming grooves and dents into the earth with its mass. One nearly squashed a certain nearby bush.<br/><br/>Eventually, once warmth turned to sweat. Arousal into near pained rawness of the sexes. Only then did the naga fully submit to her bliss. She purred happy like a large amazonian snake person does. Her body rolled to the side. Pollen-cum oozed from her slitty. Once Jon stepped off of her she took a comfy position, folded hands below her head as a pillow, and went to post coital napping there on the spot.<br/><br/>The remaining adventurers suddenly found themselves at lull, well sexed, naked, but mostly unharmed. No moths in sight. Likely, with the naga snoozing over there, they wouldn’t dare approach. Moons had already risen high. Stars bright in every color. The ancient ruins leavint to a stairway down the cliffs loom as black silhouettes in the dark. The lush jungles around still chirp and moan, wide awake to nightly pleasures.<br/><br/>Some parts of the devastated campsite remain. Yet, no sign of Arawn or Sai. The moth attack took them to a life far away from adventure. A known danger, yet nonetheless the first such loss to touch the fresh party.<br/><br/><strong>Adventurers. You’re absolutely exhausted (except Jon who just woke up before battle). Day has been long. The naga now snoozes next to you and thus grants you a relatively safe night’s rest (and camp) here should you wish for it. What do you do?</strong><br/><br/><em>OOC:</em>I figure with Jon showing up from nowhere it might be a good moment to allow a bit of interaction before we whisk you onward ;D You can have it happen in the evening, or the morning, or as the party continues forward (up to you!) If you have some fancy plans or unorthodox ideas for how to descend into the Anus then you may now think of them too.<br/><br/>Those who were involved in moth & snake smut may apply thematically appropriate mutations and transformations.<br/><br/>Loot:<br/>-3 Moth Fluffers. (magical items that can be used as hair accessories. They look very fancy. As consumables they can be used to track the trail of one scent that the user has smelled before.<br/>-2 scoopings of moth dust. Blow this on someone’s nose to make them fall asleep.<br/>-1 roll of moth silk. Strong and very soft. Can be fashioned into one simple outfit of rather skimpy design.