<strong>Reliyian Isilivanthar – Defeated</strong><br/><br/>Light blue colors flitter through the air as Reliyian struggles valiantly against the probing beast, the remains of her dress flipping back and forth. Moistened by the secretions of the creature they make sticky slapping sounds against her glowing pale skin, “Ge… get off! Hnnrph!” She winced as the creature further restrained her arms and hands; the cut across its underside causing it to spasm as she felt herself shook. Hair flying around and feeling a bit woozy when it stopped, unfortunately the wound barely slowed the creature down as it was driven by what Reliyian knew was lust. Her breaths quickened with the realization of what was going on and her cries became more forlorn.<br/><br/>Looking down she bit her bottom lip as an unwanted chill when through her, the creature began to roll her breast in a large circle. The suckling mouth teasing and pulling her nipple and then pushing back as it moved, kneading the impressive mound of flesh. “Hunn… uunnn!” Reliyian pushed back with all her might only to have the heel on her right foot slip in the dirt, sending her leg straight up as she found herself parallel with the ground. The tendrils coiled around her left leg as she felt the odd and icky sensations. Her golden sandal nearly disappearing as it drew that leg up into the mass, her right now held almost straight up by other tendrils, “UNG! No, no!” struggling her knee bent and curled just slightly around its hide; the slow work of the writhing mass anchoring her leg there.<br/><br/>Reliyian threw her head back, eyes closed, as in this position the tendrils had easy access to the delicate sheath between her legs. The tendrils not holding her amassed there, she felt her backside lifted up slightly as they wormed around her, hoisting up her hips so they could wiggle over her rump. She felt them rub all over her lower half, although they only seemed to accidently brush against her sensitive slit, causing an alarmed gasp to escape her lips, Reliyian’s eyes throwing open. She looked down the length of her body, “Nnn… oh… you… cannot!” she squealed out seeing a phallic form swing and pass between the curtain of tendrils. Its impressive tip emerged, making an appearance very slowly from among its stage of smaller cousins. She squirmed, thighs only able to move slightly as she tried to break free. But it only seemed to encourage it as the small tendrils pressed on her lips and its thick head moved to align with her, then with a single hard thrust, Reliyian was<em>Humped</em>.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">FATE stuff</div><div class="spoiler_body">Summary: At 2013-06-26 18:55:05, Robyn Hood (uid: 15876) rolls: 4d3a-8 Result: -1 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=47700)<br/>Comment: Athletics Defense against groping feeling touching... worse <br/><br/>Well hm. -1 roll and +2 skill means I take a seven stress hit. So I’ll mark off my mild, Humped, and severe. And I think it is far too dangerous to go on fighting so I’ll concede. TUP, see my message for my suggestion on what the severe consequence will be.<br/><br/>I do like variety so please do not hesitate to bring other monsters into the mix ~_^<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Description and Picture(s)</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://i986.photobucket.com/albums/ae348/Stef82K/Private/Reliyian/reliyian_dress_zps984739ed.jpg)</div>Description: Her hair is fine like silk, pale as the winter sun and highlighted with streaks of lavender dye made from crushed berries. Her eyes beautiful, pearlescent orbs of pale sage are set against her light skin that when the light strikes her has a feint golden glow dotted by freckles from her face to her shoulders.  She smiles, you think, the expression is too faint to be sure. Even her mouth seems to shimmer with a soft glossy pink. Her ears are long, ending in perfect points. Reliyian wears a blue strapless dress held up by her impressive figure and by crisscrossed silver thread across an open back, wide enough to reveal most of it in a V-shape to the slight curve at the base of her spine. Long detached sleeves ended in golden lace that was also embroidered throughout the dress. Her skirt ending just above her ankles below which you see her golden lace low heeled sandals, it has a slight up the left side exposing much of her supple leg to where you can just make out the curve of her hip.<br/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong><span class="bbc_u">Stats</span></strong></td><td></td><td><strong><span class="bbc_u">Consequences</span></strong></td></tr><tr><td>Refresh: 2</td><td></td><td>Mild: Humped </td></tr><tr><td>Fate Points: 0</td><td></td><td>Moderate: - </td></tr><tr><td>Physical Stress (Physique) </td><td>[X] [X] </td><td>Severe: TDB </td></tr><tr><td>Mental Stress (Will) </td><td>[1] [2] [3] </td><td></td></tr></tbody></table> </div></div>