<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/4CudsTT.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Sister Victoria</strong></span>,Female Aasimar Rogue 3/Inquisitor 4 (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2283527)<br/><hr/><strong>HP </strong>42/42 -<strong>Non Lethal</strong>4 -<strong>AC</strong>23, touch 15, flat-footed 18 -<strong>Perception</strong>14 -<strong>Spells</strong>lv.1: 0/4 lv.2: 0/2<br/><strong>Curses:</strong>Improved Orgasms, Stretchy, Slut Curse, Bioluminescence (appearance 16)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: all<br/><strong>Conditions</strong>:  Crown of Swords uses: 6/10<br/><strong>Actions</strong>: Healing Peri: 9 hp<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">burrowed items</div><div class="spoiler_body">Misc- Masterwork rapier, magic kukiri<br/><br/>N'dara- thieves tools, skeleton keys, pearl of power, acid, alchemist fire, tanglefoot bag, thunder stone, grappling hook</div></div><hr/><br/>Victoria gave a nod to Lydia as she took over with Perry, "thanks" she said softly, before hurrying back to Trish's side, "Trish I'm...here..." she trailed off, watching as the drow writhed on the floor, desperately groping at herself, trying to find some relief from the alien pleasure pulsing through her body. The inquisitor looked Trish up and down, trying to remember the details she had shared about her curse. Her eyes eventually locking on the now brightly glowing curse mark on her pelvis, resting right above her womb. It was similar to the brand Victoria herself now bore, and it was no doubt the center of the curse's magic.<br/><br/>Biting her lip Victoria wracked her brain, trying to remember. Trish's curse was able to link her senses to that of another, made her feel what they felt, specifically when it came to lewd acts. And the trigger for that link...was it sex itself? No, Trish said that she had managed to go without losing her virginity, and from what she could remember the guards only ever made her service guests orally. So did that mean any kind of sex act would suffice? And if it did, if she bonded to someone else, would that cut her off from whoever she was linked to now?<br/><br/>Victoria licked her lips, suddenly dry as she realized what she was going to do. She wasn't 100% certain that it would work, but she had to try, "Trish...I think I know how to help..." she said, reaching down and grabbing the hand she was touching herself with, lacing their fingers together so she could keep a firm grip and pull her hand away from her loins, "Forgive me, I won't say I hadn't imagined doing something like this, but not quite under these circumstances" she apologized, before dropping to her knees and lining herself up with Trish's waist. With her free hand Victoria took hold of one of Trish's slender legs and threw it over her shoulder, allowing her to keep the drow's thighs spread apart. Leaning in close Trish would feel Vicky's warm breath brushing across her skin, trailing up her thigh and across her groin. Gazing upwards Victoria stared into the almost searing glow of Trish's tattoo, leaning up to place a small kiss on the center of it before taking hold of Trish's panties and yanking them aside.<br/><br/>Immediately she was hit by the heavy scent of a drow in heat, the girl's aching petals dripping with need. Victoria took a deep breath, and with no further preamble dove down into Trish's gushing pussy. Suddenly Trish would be hit by a new wave of sensation as a third tongue joined in the oral assault on her clit/cock. However the added sensation was a lot more intense than the double blowjob had been, not just because it was actually physically touching her, because the swirls and flicks of Victoria's tongue were motions specifically focused on stimulating her feminine anatomy, not just the translated sensations of a phantom penis. It was immediately apparent that this wasn't the first time Victoria had done this, far from it. She lapped and slurped at the drow's honey pot as if she were dying of thirst, her wet pussy like an oasis in a desert. Her tongue seemed to intuitively find each and every one of her sweet spots, as if drawn to them like a magnet, eagerly working every sensitive spot, both inside and out, as if her life depended on it. All the while she held tight to Trish's hand, gazing up at her with her aquamarine eyes, the contrast of her pale face framed between the drow's ebony flesh making the sight all the more erotic.