Name: Ilset Val'atha<br/>Tagging: Thorsen'melis<br/>Location: The Walking Duck<br/>Skill: 7<br/>Stamina: 14<br/>Luck: 8<br/>Climax: 1/3 remaining<br/><br/>She found a perverse comfort in his waiting body, urging her to return to that state of blissful ignorance and lose herself in ecstasy, to sacrifice not only herself, but those she'd grown up around and assisted for all her life...to betray her former faith, but...if the deity she'd placed so much faith in was a lie in regards to her desires for peace, safety, and love, the least she could do was save the others from that same lie, right?  She felt that tongue once again explore her mouth for several moments before the pair had to break apart for air, and that's when she met his gaze, looking into his eyes for an answer to her distress, her mind clouded with toxins and lust both.  That's right...the goddess wasn't afraid to use cruel tricks to pull others to her side, to turn people against the victims...This was her doing, her cruel game, and Ilset was to be her plaything!  But it was okay, Thorsen had saved her from such a fate, her own angel...<br/><br/>His claws explored her body, running down her gentle curves so smoothly, so lovingly.  This was what his god wanted, what he urged! Love, this could only be love, right?  It had to be, it absolutely had to be love. That's the only situation where she'd give up her innocence to someone, and...she<em>had</em>given her innocence to him, hadn't she?  The details were so foggy...If he'd taken it by force, surely she'd be fighting him right now, yes?  Of course she'd given it to him!  She rested her head against his body, feeling that familiar presence against her behind, her breasts pressed against the lizardfolk.  Slowly, she raised her body, carefully lowering her slit and aligning it with his waiting length, gasping as his head parts her lips, massaged by her walls, still moist with pleasure.  His entry is followed by a few smaller muffled moans, whimpers, and winces, only about halfway upon him before taking a breather, gripping his arms for some form of support.<br/><br/>"I...I don't want to be controlled by...by some goddess..." she manages to get out, unaware of the dark irony behind her statement.<br/><br/>Roll: Skill check: Result: 13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=64482)<br/>