<strong>Name: Talia of Ashwood</strong><br/><strong>Class: Cleric</strong><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/df/c4/99/dfc49967faa0e3e8871f50354e621224.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Strength</strong>: Arms<strong>Vulnerability</strong>: Head<br/><br/><strong>Willpower</strong>: 25<strong>Defense</strong>: 8 (-3 from standing still)<strong>Morale</strong>: 11 (-1 from Hazed)<br/><br/><strong>Bondage:</strong><strong>Head</strong>:<strong>Arms</strong>:<strong>Legs</strong>:<br/><br/><strong>Conditions</strong>: Standing still, Hazy<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Talia's eyes widened in surprise as she felt Amanda's hand grab her chin, her two fingers thrusting deep in her mouth. She definitely didn't expect this! Stifling a protest, which would surely sound more like a loud moan with those fingers in her mouth if she didn't, she tried to recoil, but Amanda's hands were holding her face in place. To make matters worse, the sweet smell of the flowers felt heavy, almost physical; it felt so nice and sweet, it distracted her even more than Amanda's attention, if it was even possible. For a heartbeat Talia's attention wandered, a sudden feeling of her nipple twisted snapping her back to reality. She gasped, feeling the fingers brush against her tongue, slightly tangy taste mixing with the sweet flowery scent hanging in the air, making her wonder about Amanda's words. She hated it, she felt angry at Amanda, her goddess and... to her surprise, Talia felt a little reluctance to fight off Amanda's advances.<br/>Feeling her cheeks burning from humiliation of her position she listened to Amanda's whispers helplessly, not daring to make a fuss, frowning as she tried to concentrate on her surroundings. She could feel the heat from within her nether regions, feeling how damp her underwear already was. She gasped again, just as Amanda pushed her fingers deeper into her mouth as she felt Amanda pushing her forward with her hips, causing her to make a half-step and lean on Amanda, feeling her ample breasts press to her back. Did she really enjoy such her... molestation, she wondered, almost reluctantly trying to push away Amanda's hands from her breast.<br/>As the alchemist whispered her question if she was losing her mind to her touch, Talia blinked in surprise; it seemed Amanda has read her mind! Slowly, as if in a dream, Talia found herself nodding, Amanda's fingers still in her mouth. Her inner voice was screaming at her to stop, but her touch felt so... good... what harm would it be to let her....<br/><br/>Almost immediately, she felt Amanda's fingers move out of her mouth. She gasped for air, then swallowed the extra saliva that accumulated in her mouth, but Amanda didn't release her from her grasp. Talia stifled a gasp when she felt something hard press between her legs. She glanced down only to find Amanda's staff between her legs again. "Please don't do it..." she whispered, feeling her damp panties under the dress fold pressed towards her pussy. "We....ohhh... have to fight now..." she mumbled, stifling a moan with the palm of her hand, shifting her hips slightly so the shaft of the staff pressed harder between her legs. With a conscious effort, she forced herself to look around, taking in the situation, noting the green-skinned women before them, sprouting from the flowers. What should she do now, whom should receive the blessing of her goddess? Perhaps the huntress? Her bow did plenty of damage against those vine monsters, so that might be a good idea. Or at least she hoped it was. Talia closed her eyes for a moment, offering a quick prayer for her goddess, asking to grant power to Tula.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Grant blessing of power to Tula: https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=144756<br/>(1d4 roll, result = 1)<br/></div></div>