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Her arms flail at nothing in surprise. "Wahg! Okay okay! I'm up!" She snorts, rolling all the way over on her stomach to try and dissuade her, only as a startled yowl reveals that she just steamrolled right on top of Ethel. "Oops... sorry hun." There's the muffled cries of the pinned ocelot...

"What? I'd never." She swears to him. "I'd only lay a trace of real harm on you if you threw a punch. I'd get nothing out of killing you. Not a thing. You're a handsome beast Orton, and even if you weren't, I wouldn't waste your life when there's so much in it still for you to enjoy."

"Ugggggh. Just a while longer." She pleads into her kiss, moaning and groaning as she spreads her whole self out on the ground. Hearing all the noise, Codi whips round with a smile, before effectively losing his balance and stumbling a bit. "Wo-ah! Hey guys! Good morning. Maynard's teaching me...

"Orton, we both know you're still in there." She coos, scouring the ground for tracks. "You know I'm a demon, but you don't know the state of the demon world. It's just begging for someone new to take the throne. Personally, I fancy myself as more of a high ranking squire than a queen, but that...

Her night goes by graciously uninterrupted this time, letting her rest until well into the morning. She wakes up on her own, with Shauna still unconscious on the bed, and with Maynard and Codi doing some sort of stretches in the corner. Blanche is in her own bed, looking tranquil and beautiful...

Hefting his club into his hands, Rissa rises on Orton's feet, blowing a great puff of air as she stumbles off into the plains to go search. As she does so, she scours his mind once again, trying to identify what he wants most out of life. [How big is this orc's dick?]

She huffs, tucking his dick back into his pants in a peevish show of exasperation. "Can't think to hunt while horny. Fine. We catch boar, you do you part to help me after."

She's sure that Blanche probably has more to get huffy at her for, but she settles for biting her bottom lip and keeping silent instead, resuming her prayer as the slightest quivering whisper in the corner that's no effort to tune out. Shauna's still out like a log, snoring faintly, and warm as...

Rissa casually strokes the orc's exposed prick with one hand, tapping his big, dumb chin in thought as she scours through his memories for any recent boar. [Can Rissa still use lust aura while possessing the orc? If so, she's doing that.]

"You think you have every right to a last word, even after coming and preaching to me, and then demanding to know something I very, very clearly didn't want to share!" Sweat glazes her naked, increasingly pallid form, and she wipes it from her face with the back of her hand. "Leave me be, just...

"Talk of jerking off make me horny. Dick out, but see a bug." She grunts through Orton, setting his suppressed consciousness aside for a bit to try and get a feel for Erona.

"Don't chastise me right now." She glares, slowly throwing out each word with malice on her tongue. "You think I'm just going to admit you're right while we're sitting here arguing?! A little bit of sweating and fidgeting isn't half of the worst of it. Leave me alone to finish, or else everyone...

"Stop!" She demands, pulling his cock out of his pants and shifting the club between her fist, before holding the blunt weapon a ways above it on a hair trigger away from a brutal downswing. "Calm down and speak, or your manhood is gone. Tell me, what is it you want?"

"Because it's nothing you would understand!" She snaps, fingers beginning to fidget again. "I don't... I don't even understand it myself. It's a blessing my dad put onto me when I was young. He wouldn't explain it, and died before he could've." She says, face falling sadly.

[Let's hope he doesn't know that.] "You'll be no slave. You'll be as free as you've ever wanted to be, just in a new land, and with new means to please yourself. It's a good place to live, too. Plenty of places to hunt. Speaking of, what exactly is it that you and your Erona are hunting?" She...

She fades back into a trance, laying out each lyric of the chant word per hurried word with no regard for where she is. Just when it seems Jasmine's questions are falling on deaf ears, she stops, still breathing hard, but stable, so it seems, as she turns to face her again. With a sigh, she...

Rissa keeps up her guard, trying to suppress the orc whenever she feels he might be getting ahead. "You want power, Orton? Partners? Girls slavering to join you in bed whenever you feel like you want to get off? I'm offering that to you know, but you have to listen. If words won't work to quiet...

"Quiet! Just-just let me focus!" She wheezes, her skin turning even paler as she slams her hand against the wall in misplaced anguish. She's unwilling to wait another second, bowing her head in the same stance she'd stood in before, and uttering that same quiet mantra in an anxious, rapid pace.

Dahlia tried to ignore the twitch of her own prick after Xain had taken to kneading her breasts, focusing instead on the frankly monumental task before her as she gave his pillar of a cock a few more experimental licks down the side. No matter how she tried to moisten the hard length, it didn't...

"Relax, please. I know it's unpleasant." Rissa says, speaking soothingly as she works out a lie she'd been toying with. "I come from a place called Syncharion. We're in desperate need of a new king and queen, and you and your friend, Erona, look like the perfect model candidates."