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Rod stared back at Erin, holding his chin again with a free hand to demand attention while grinding back against his soft ass. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of my... bitch." The word still felt so new to Rod, sending tingles up his spine that rivaled even the pleasure of having his spent...

"A travelling Djinn, similar to what most know as a genie. I was watching from a perch nearby and you two caught my eye. The bind around the boar's legs seemed close to breaking around back, so I thought I might hop down to help in case it was about to get free. But uh- I didn't mean to vaporize...

Blanche moans into the crease of her balls, and the reason why she wasn't using her hands becomes very clear as she fingers herself to climax. Ocho watches awkwardly as she also cums into her own hand, slowing down with the handjob and stepping back. "For you, I'm sure." He plainly says...

The boar illusion thrashes for what it can, one of its tusk stabbing close to Erona, but in a show of pretend heroism, Rissa dives down from the tree and reverts to her demon form midair, drawing her shamshir blade and driving it into the illusion's back before it can struggle anymore. The thing...

Either as a result of the impromptu shock or her own embarrassment, Dahlia's cheeks burned bright red as D'Flower stood over her. As long as she had that remote, and as long as she wore the collar, the realization hit that she was powerless. It made her skin crawl, but there was nothing better...

Blanche's tongue ripples and squeezes her sack through her orgasm, coaxing every last drop of cum she can out of it. Ocho's stroking of her prick doesn't let up as he drags the second bucket over with his feet, filling that one a fair amount as well, though in the movement she can feel the...

[Is there no attack roll for tremor?]

Eh... normally I'd say yes to human faced ones, but I feel like they just don't fit well into this setting.

Blanche may be all tongue and no hands, but it only spurs her to lick more thoroughly at the set of orbs her face is now buried in. She breathes deeply through her nose, shivering each time. Strangely, Jasmine gets the sense that Blanche's tongue is longer than it was before, and the texture...

Scalies, avians, whatever suits your fancy, except I'm pretty sure there are no humans in the world. Each character would have an option to play as a member of the rat, bear, wolf, or rabbit clan, meaning they would be that race and have a slight bonus to earning money overtime, or they can be...

Blanche's tonguework relocated to the bottom of the nearest ball, gliding from one side to the next, and slathering the full orbs with her warm saliva. Though there was no hope of fitting either in her mouth, both of Jasmine's nuts were receiving ample attention and then some as she eagerly...

Hi all. I'm going to preface this right off the bat by saying that any group RP with me right now would have to put a lot into the hands of the players. I'm not sure how well free forms fly around here, but if there's no one wanting to try a co-GMed game with me, or anyone who's interested in...

The illusion squeals, not letting up the act just yet as it thrashes against the ground. To simulate the struggle, Rissa uses a tremor spell to hopefully throw them off guard.

She flinches, faintly, before her widened eyes narrow in lust and she starts earnestly licking the crack of space between her balls. Ocho stumbles with the movement, tightening his grip on her pole and brushing his fingers over the tip. "What're you... oh... Come on, don't be heinous about it."...

Feeling a trace of an idea coming on, Rissa dives down and darts into the depths of the woods. She sets up an illusion of a similar boar, albeit much larger, squealing the same screeching cry as the boar they'd just slain.

Yet against all odds, Blanche's fogged expression doesn't suffer a twinge of shame at the reveal. She still massages the hand-filling orbs with fervor, even bringing a curious tongue out to lick the shaft, while Ocho watches in slight concern. "No but... you're sure they didn't leave some...

Rissa takes no action, absently pluming one of her feathers. If hunting is as sacred to the married couple as Orton made it out to be, then she'd feel best just watching unless intervention seemed necessary.

She can't think of anything to do to the boar as it slumbers, settling instead for perching on a nearby branch in wait of the two orcs and keeping an eye out for any complications.

"Fiiiine." She sighs, lumbering slowly back over to plop down cross legged at her feet. "You know—Ocho, right?—If you really wanted to get this done quickly, we could throw her back in with the fiends." She coos, tone clearly facetious as she slips in a quick grope of Jasmine's balls. He raises...

Then again, as much as Rissa would love to wait for the two lovebirds to lug themselves from point A to B, she realizes that there's no true harm in getting to the boar first. She zips through the sky, making her way to where she saw the sleeping beast last.