MurderRabbit
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Re: Corruption Tournament: The Underdark
The Underdark
Tags: Yumiko, Anyin
Denara blinked at the slap, a sudden sense of shame washing over her unbidden. She had trained as a warrior, honed herself without regard for pleasures of the flesh, and yet here her assaults were not simply deflected but rebuked with ease at every turn, and the mind she prided herself on was noticeably fuzzy now, her thoughts seeming sluggish and noticeably slower to resolve.
A more worldly woman might have recognized and related the difficulty in thinking to the warmth that had steadily blossomed into heat across her cheeks and pooled in the pit of her stomach but the angel simply didn't know to relate the two, at least, not correctly. She was beginning to think it was some kind of gas, or a pheromone, or at least she would have been beginning to think that if she could get her thoughts to move. Instead she was simply trying to figure out why she was feeling like this, what was causing these reactions in her, and then suddenly Anyin was right in front of her again, and pressed up against her.
Another illusion, it has to be... The demoness had even confirmed it, and the little voice in Denara that wondered why they suddenly trusted the words of hellspawn struggled to be heard between the sensation of slowness in her thoughts and the undeniable pleasure as slender fingers pressed against the petals of her womanhood, pushing, then curling and slipping into her.
I'm not bothering to roll since she can't defend against that. Denara's mental stat is down to 11 now.
She could never fight back against the illusions anyways, the falsehoods were always stronger, always faster. Denara squirmed weakly, trying to push the demoness away only to find her knees rubbery and weak as her juices dripped down her thighs and the fuzz in her head seemed to intensify, drowning out all thought for a moment. Her sword fell from fingers that no longer held the will to hold it, clattering loudly against the floor of the cavern, yet it was not enough to snap the angel out of her daze. The mind drain wasn't so much as to reduce her to drooling uselessness, but the adjustment of going from her usual intelligence to something so much more pedestrian was an incredibly difficult adjustment to make, and one that was not helped by Anyin drowning her mind in pleasure.
It was an illusion, it was all an illusion, just wait it out, that was all she could think to do. Denara heard a moan drop from her lips, and the brainpower that normally held itself above the tide of sensation to wonder why there wasn't more simply wasn't there any more. It was an illusion right? Why hold anything back? Why do anything but simply hold on and not waste her energy struggling?
Just wait it out, it'll be over soon...

The Underdark
Tags: Yumiko, Anyin
Denara blinked at the slap, a sudden sense of shame washing over her unbidden. She had trained as a warrior, honed herself without regard for pleasures of the flesh, and yet here her assaults were not simply deflected but rebuked with ease at every turn, and the mind she prided herself on was noticeably fuzzy now, her thoughts seeming sluggish and noticeably slower to resolve.
A more worldly woman might have recognized and related the difficulty in thinking to the warmth that had steadily blossomed into heat across her cheeks and pooled in the pit of her stomach but the angel simply didn't know to relate the two, at least, not correctly. She was beginning to think it was some kind of gas, or a pheromone, or at least she would have been beginning to think that if she could get her thoughts to move. Instead she was simply trying to figure out why she was feeling like this, what was causing these reactions in her, and then suddenly Anyin was right in front of her again, and pressed up against her.
Another illusion, it has to be... The demoness had even confirmed it, and the little voice in Denara that wondered why they suddenly trusted the words of hellspawn struggled to be heard between the sensation of slowness in her thoughts and the undeniable pleasure as slender fingers pressed against the petals of her womanhood, pushing, then curling and slipping into her.
I'm not bothering to roll since she can't defend against that. Denara's mental stat is down to 11 now.
She could never fight back against the illusions anyways, the falsehoods were always stronger, always faster. Denara squirmed weakly, trying to push the demoness away only to find her knees rubbery and weak as her juices dripped down her thighs and the fuzz in her head seemed to intensify, drowning out all thought for a moment. Her sword fell from fingers that no longer held the will to hold it, clattering loudly against the floor of the cavern, yet it was not enough to snap the angel out of her daze. The mind drain wasn't so much as to reduce her to drooling uselessness, but the adjustment of going from her usual intelligence to something so much more pedestrian was an incredibly difficult adjustment to make, and one that was not helped by Anyin drowning her mind in pleasure.
It was an illusion, it was all an illusion, just wait it out, that was all she could think to do. Denara heard a moan drop from her lips, and the brainpower that normally held itself above the tide of sensation to wonder why there wasn't more simply wasn't there any more. It was an illusion right? Why hold anything back? Why do anything but simply hold on and not waste her energy struggling?
Just wait it out, it'll be over soon...