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S Att: 7
G Def: 15
G Att: 16
S Def: 17
The goblins charge into the room, forming a half circle as they back you into a corner. You stab at them each time they get close and they duck back out of range.
S Att: 7
G Def: 15
G Att: 16
S Def: 17
The goblins charge into the room, forming a half circle as they back you into a corner. You stab at them each time they get close and they duck back out of range.
Lyra:
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"Merely competitors," The dark skinned elf purrs, "Though I doubt that sanctimonious prick would consider me such, racist."
With a sneer she takes advantage of your hands being occupied and jabs the riding crop between your legs. Stepping in with amazing speed and grace she grabs the other end that sticks out from behind your thighs and starts to saw the shaft back and forth, hard up against your clothed pussy.
"I might not be able to fetch as high a price for you, but I can get you off quicker," She whispers in your ear, running her tongue up to the peak slowly, "And getting off is what it's all about isn't it? Off this mortal coil? Off this world?"
Looking at the pack of women behind her you see they are a mix of races: human, elf and and anthro. They wear a mixture of leather straps chained and locked together, hiding their private areas but leaving nothing to the imagination. A black hydra is tattooed at the base of all their necks. The women huddle together, seemingly afraid everyone except their mistress.
"Merely competitors," The dark skinned elf purrs, "Though I doubt that sanctimonious prick would consider me such, racist."
With a sneer she takes advantage of your hands being occupied and jabs the riding crop between your legs. Stepping in with amazing speed and grace she grabs the other end that sticks out from behind your thighs and starts to saw the shaft back and forth, hard up against your clothed pussy.
"I might not be able to fetch as high a price for you, but I can get you off quicker," She whispers in your ear, running her tongue up to the peak slowly, "And getting off is what it's all about isn't it? Off this mortal coil? Off this world?"
Looking at the pack of women behind her you see they are a mix of races: human, elf and and anthro. They wear a mixture of leather straps chained and locked together, hiding their private areas but leaving nothing to the imagination. A black hydra is tattooed at the base of all their necks. The women huddle together, seemingly afraid everyone except their mistress.
Vraxis and Sasha:
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"I never say you win," The Hyena leers with a garish smile.
Stepping back she takes off her hat and begins to slowly drizzle the water over her head. Tossing her main left and right sends droplets spraying everywhere, sizzling as they make contact with hot metal.
"You win, we talk." She starts to sway away, "You lose, we win... we always win, the house always wins."
"I never say you win," The Hyena leers with a garish smile.
Stepping back she takes off her hat and begins to slowly drizzle the water over her head. Tossing her main left and right sends droplets spraying everywhere, sizzling as they make contact with hot metal.
"You win, we talk." She starts to sway away, "You lose, we win... we always win, the house always wins."
Fuma:
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Noise.
Noise is what seems to pervade this place called hell, all consuming, chattering, bickering noise.
A female voice suddenly talks to you, readings out a list of your crimes and giving you a prison number.
"Alright here are your new quarters." She finishes as something soft is jammed into your gut.
Feeling through it, you find that it is a jumble of clothes, the prison jumpsuit. You are lead away by a guard into what you assume is changing room, giving you a moment of blissful silence before you are yanked out again.
"Fuck, this one's blind... I can't put him in their with those animals," the guard holding you shouts, "Put him in there with the women."
"Like that will do any better," Another guard replies.
You hear the tortured scream of metal as door is heaved open and you are tossed in. Inside you hear the breathing and many people, perhaps six or seven.
"Ooh, he looks tasty." A voice cackles.
Noise.
Noise is what seems to pervade this place called hell, all consuming, chattering, bickering noise.
A female voice suddenly talks to you, readings out a list of your crimes and giving you a prison number.
"Alright here are your new quarters." She finishes as something soft is jammed into your gut.
Feeling through it, you find that it is a jumble of clothes, the prison jumpsuit. You are lead away by a guard into what you assume is changing room, giving you a moment of blissful silence before you are yanked out again.
"Fuck, this one's blind... I can't put him in their with those animals," the guard holding you shouts, "Put him in there with the women."
"Like that will do any better," Another guard replies.
You hear the tortured scream of metal as door is heaved open and you are tossed in. Inside you hear the breathing and many people, perhaps six or seven.
"Ooh, he looks tasty." A voice cackles.