<strong>Name</strong>: Thogstein Wolfgang Fitzgerald Hawthorn The Third (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg14154975#msg14154975)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Group 4, open<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Clothes as shown<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 25/25,<strong>XP</strong>: 0/8,<strong>Armor</strong>: 1<strong>Blood</strong>: 3<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/79/a2/91/79a2916544dff17dabe6cc3949922b83.jpg)</div><hr/><br/>Thog batted several rather grabby moth people aside as she finally started fully reeling the queen in close.<strong>"There's no escape now! I'm going to get you and make you call me queen you little moth bitch!"</strong>She practically howled. Her blood pumped with battle lust, the hunger for more nearly clouding her vision as she pulled the moth leader in.<br/><br/>Shifting quickly, she knelt over the queens face and reached down to shift her scant clothing to the side to bare her wet glistening opening. Grinding down, she rubbed herself all over the queen moth's nose, letting more and more of her fluids dribble down her captives cheeks then sliding over to press her lower lips against her captives mouth.<strong>"You know you want it monster bitch. Moths have a huge tongue for getting nectar out of flowers right? Use that shit and drink me deep."</strong>She grinned down towards the breeding obsessed creature. Her groin throbbed with the building pressure inside, a hot thrumming pulse of her heart and face starting to shine with a light sheen of sweat from the exertion.  There were so many of the creatures around and there seemed to be little end to them while the roar in her ears kept her from even starting to pay too much attention to the rest of her group while she worked to make the queen give a proper surrender.<br/><br/>Her legs pinned the queen's arms down tightly as she stayed over her, the other moths nearby getting harder and harder to keep at bay with her more restricted movement.<strong>"You want a fuckin' piece huh? I'm making your queen my bitch so just try an glrkkkkkkk"</strong>She yelled, her challenge halted mid sentence as one of the moth creatures managed to pierce her defenses and press the stiffened cock towards her lips. She wasn't sure if it was a male, female, or some mixture that managed to slide the stiffened thing between her lips. Another moth pressed it's hands against the back of her head as she struggled against the group, her eyes glazing over in a mixture of desire and war.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Tags: Messy, Forceful<br/><br/>1d8 Result: 3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=121241) + 1d6 Result: 2 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=121240) + 2 (Str) = 7; No Complications; Open to retaliation strike<br/>Damage: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=121298)<br/>Gained 1 Blood<br/><br/></div></div>