<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kYGfZcX.png?1)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Silvy Volkar (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2448010)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Female Dhampir Witch</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>40/40<strong>AC:</strong>14<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">lv. 0 - prestidigitation, mending, stabilize, light<br/>lv. 1 - 2/5  mage armor, enlarge person, reduce person, inflict light wounds, ill omen<br/>lv. 2 - 3/3 vomit swarm, alter self, inflict moderate wounds, steal breath<br/>lv. 3 - 4/4  Thorny Entanglement, Bestow Curse</div></div><br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+0<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Silvy made no attempts to hide her pleasure from Grim, gasping and moaning whenever his tongue lapped over a particularly sensitive spot inside her, grinding harder against his face when he moved in a way she liked. With these reactions as a guide the orc was able to trace a map across her tender tunnel, the ultimate destination being a hot, messy orgasm.<br/><br/>However as she drew closer to her peak, seemingly turned to clay in his strong hands, the witch suddenly showed a last display of passionate defiance. Grabbing his fingers and fiercely prying them off of her, a feat accomplished more through the surprise of the act more than any kind of physical edge, Silvy would suddenly spin around to face him. Well, it wasn't exactly "face to face", though it was certainly "mouth to mouth" in a sense. Silvy wove her fingers through Grim's hair, grabbing tight fistfuls of it before pulling him back into her crotch, practically slamming her pussy into him in her eagerness to be reunited with his tongue.<br/><br/>She let out a shuddering gasp as his tongue found it's way back to her, another gush of honey slicking his lips. Still using him for support Silvy would lift one leg up and wrap it over his shoulders, squeezing his head firmly between calf and thigh, wrapping him entirely in her warmth, a sweltering contrast to the cool water the rest of his body was submerged in. From this position she gazed down at him, a mixture of lust and affection in her eyes, perhaps even love. It was a look that selfishly demanded pleasure from him while also promising even more in return. She knew he wanted to make her cum first. He was, amongst all his other virtues, a giving lover, even if she knew there was also a slice of ego tinting his motivations. Luckily she had no problem stroking that ego, as well as stroking other parts of him, and so she began to roll and buck her hips against him. She rode his tongue as if it were a cock, a preview of what was to come perhaps, and started grinding her swollen clit against his nose.<br/><br/>This proved to be the final push to send her off the peak. Throwing her head back Silvy let out an echoing moan that no doubt reached back to the camp. Grim would feel her insides twitch and clench around his tongue, each spasm flooding him with another gush of liquid orgasm, threatening to drown him as it filled both his mouth and nose. Still she didn't relent, or perhaps couldn't, her climax making her muscles tense so tightly that it trapped his head like an iron vice. There were certainly worse ways to die than being buried between a pair of chocolatey thighs, but a dead orc would make for a poor lover, and an even worse father, so in a sharp burst of clarity she did her best to pry herself off of him, fighting her body's instincts to smother him until she wrung out every drop of her own pleasure.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:</strong><br/><br/>