<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, Others who might join<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fancy Tailored Moth Silk Battle Dress</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/448185564194144256/586187847502004254/D0102_a__50478.png)</div></div><br/><strong>HP</strong>: 25/25,<strong>XP</strong>: 4/8,<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/><strong>"You're the... f-fuck..."</strong>Thog sputtered, her body on pins and needles. Her nerves were on edge as the tongue brushes across her, the heat growing as it delves inwards. Struggling to keep from being noticed in the loud din of the tavern, she panted as she strained to fight the questing tongue and her own instinct to just go for the pleasure promised; pleasure that she fought for in the darkness of the anus.<br/><br/>Fingers teasing and pressing against her folds were burning silk to her flesh, presses and caresses grinding her folds against her button below at a rhythm she couldn't perceive. The tension in her body grew, choked moans behind her lips as she reached nearly to her peak and then crashed down. Her body felt like a harp string on the verge of being plucked, every flick and squirm of tongue and finger after the near pull exquisitely pleasurable agony as she shivered there around Anahita's face.<br/><br/>Her juices overflowed, leaking out heavily with her arousal to drench the lips, chin, and cheeks of her tormentor while she quivered beneath the binding spell. It was, all together, a tongue quite a bit more intense than the entire set of moths she'd encountered before. The barbarian had no ability to struggle, to extract anything in turn, helpless against that curling forked tongue leaving no inch of her untouched. She wasn't sure how many orgasms she'd been denied, enough to make everything from her teeth to her toes on edge.<br/><br/>The fire running through her veins had her vision swimming, blurry through tears of frustrated pleasure she wasn't aware of spilling down her flushed skin to leave cheeks as glistening and juicy as her lips below.<strong>"I c-can't... unn... why are youu, fuck."</strong>Her breath was heavy and labored as strained against the slithering thing, grasping at anything she could just to try to keep where she was in mind. The flex of her sopping pussy around the tongue clenched around the squirming tongue every time it stilled, trying to eek out anything that might push her over the edge into oblivion.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">stuff</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rolling a wisdom to resist edging torment for fun. 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=137094) Monster tongue is stronk, she will break before Anahita does, may or may not take some post just so we can have fun with posts<br/></div></div>