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Finding Purpose (Hafnium)


Re: Tamonten (Hafnium)

HP = 72, PP = 49, EP = 55, Status = Fine

Krig seemed to stumble briefly as Tamonten allowed her to take the lead in the kiss, before taking the hint and darted her tongue experimentally into the possessed girl's mouth. Though she was lacking in skill, the fox girl tried to make up for it with passion. When the kiss had been broken, Krig tiled her head slightly and adopted a puzzled expression as Tamonten explained how she felt around her, replying; "But... You are human.... How else would you feel?" She paused briefly, swallowing Tamonten's next words... Only to smile and nod, quietly replying; "I.. Want you... Too." The violet-haired girl's legs parted beneath Tamonten, and she watched nervously as Tamonten slowly guided her member until it was pressed against her soaked petals. Giving one last nervous nod, Krig reached a hand up to brush against Tamonten's face, and then waited for her purity to be taken.

Her body tensed as Tamonten's demonic member parted her lower lips, and her eyes shut nervously as her inner walls softly squeezed the tip, but she relaxed again quickly and nodded for Tamonten to continue a heartbeat or so later. When the thrust that pierced Kringlicsly finally occurred, the fox girl tensed and squeezed, but Tamonten knew that it wasn't from any pain that she might have caused the girl. Her hymen had been torn asunder without even a drop of blood, and the sudden tensing was accompanied by the kitsune's head tilting back as her eyes half-closed and rolled upwards, a primal moan of pleasure accompanying a sudden flow of energy into her being, replenishing some of what the sirens had taken from her.

There was only mild discomfort for Krig to adjust to from the penetration, her inner walls clamping tightly around Tamonten's member for a short while before Krig relaxed again. By that time, she was panting heavily between her needy whimpers, and her arms had settled around the swordswoman's neck and back. When Tamonten began to move once more, there were no detectable signs of discomfort on Krig's face, and the flow of her partner's soul into her own steadily increased as Tamonten gradually upped her pace. Tiny whimpers and moans of pleasure from Krig only spurred her on, and after a short while Tamonten felt Krig's fluffy tail writhing about beneath her, occasionally brushing against Tamonten's ass or nether lips and tickling her.

The addictive sensation of feeding upon her lover's spirit made it difficult, but Tamonten kept herself from becoming more aggressive with her motions too quickly, such that Krig was kept in ecstasy beneath her. Every one of her thrusts was accompanied by a surge of power and a tightening of Krig's already vice-like inner walls, as well as a quiet sigh or low moan. The noises that Krig made were all instinctive, natural reactions from the sensations coming from her body rather than forced noises meant to excite her lover as Tamonten new some women did. Every part of Krig's behavior seemed patently genuine, honesty on a level that Tamonten had never before imagined it might exist.

Krig's eagerness continued through Tamonten's experimentation, allowing her to do as she pleased as Krig laid there passively at first, and guided Tamonten on what pleased her by the noises she made and the reactions of her folds. The fox girl didn't seem to recognize the significance of the connection they shared, or the final judge that Tamonten possessed on how much pleasure she was causing, at least a far as Tamonten could tell. If she was distressed by the loss of the energy that Tamonten was draining from her soul, there was no sign of it. Indeed, as Tamonten continued to try variations on her motions, her lover began to respond to it, her hips bucking or shifting in time with her own movements, or at least as evenly in rhythm as the inexperienced girl could manage.

Every motion served to heighten the pressure building within Tamonten, the tension she could feel building within Krig and the flow of energy that she was receiving from the girl. As she felt her own climax nearing, Tamonten likewise felt the tension in Krig's body reaching towards it apex, the writhing of the girl's tail ceasing as her muscles began to tighten reflexively in anticipation for her first orgasm. She didn't even try to hold herself back, and her folds suddenly squeezed around Tamonten's cock as the flow of both her juices, and the power of her soul suddenly spiked a short while before the possessed swordswoman's own endurance ran out. Krig was still cumming when Tamonten issued her warning, but the girl reacted quickly and immediately.

Krig's legs tightened around her back, and her flower clamped and released repeatedly, only heightening the pleasure that Tamonten was receiving. No opportunity was provided for Tamonten to pull out, and Krig even seemed to be trying to draw her in deeper as her cock throbbed, on the verge of release. A long, low moan erupted from her lover's mouth as the first spurts of her seed spilled into Krig's body, the fox girls' eyes rolling up into the back of her head in ecstasy. As she came, Krig seemed to orgasm again, at least judging by the sudden influx of energy that she received as the very last dregs of Krig's soul surrendered themselves to Tamonten. Every drop of cum that Tamonten released was practically sucked from her cock by Krig's spasming inner walls, and drawn deep inside.

When she finished, Krig collapsed beneath Tamonten, her breathing shallow as she had seemingly passed out. Her legs were still locked around Tamonten's back, and her flower was still clenched around her member, but a little bit of work might allow Tamonten to extricate herself if she wanted to. Dismissing her member might make that easier as well. Though, it was as comfortable within the grasses of the fairy glade as it had ever been, and even as brimming with energy as she was now, a short time of rest within Krig's arms couldn't hurt.

(There are benefits to being a part demon.)
 
Re: Finding Paradise (Hafnium)

"Krig," the pale-skinned woman moaned loudly as her demonic cock was buried within her lover, assisted in no small part by the legs wrapped around her back. If Tamonten intended on continuing her statement, it was quickly forgotten as the fox-girl's sex all but milked her throbbing member. The swordswoman's body quickly surrendered to the pleasure, releasing her seed deep inside the kitsune. The manacled girl's own orgasm wracked her body even as Krig seemed to reach her peak again. Tamonten's eyes clenched shut as her own neglected womanhood spasmed, even as she remained hilted in her violet-haired partner. It was without a clear thought that she maneuvered her tail to her own nethers, not waiting to thrust deep into her own hole, lubricated as it was from her arousal.

The feeling of penetrating herself and her lover at the same time was almost too much for Tamonten to bear. The new sensation caused her orgasm to draw out even longer than she thought possible, or perhaps safe. She could feel her own inner walls spasming around her tail, even as Krig continued to milk her manhood, all as she was draining the remainder of the fox-eared girl's energy. The myriad of sensations was enough to make her eyes roll back. It took self control for her to keep her tongue from lolling out or, whatever sane part of the swordswoman remained forbid, drooling. Waves of pure pleasure overwhelmed the woman as she continued to cum, loosing another rope of her seed in her lover every time she thought it was at an end. The pale woman's peak felt like it had lasted several minutes and, for all she knew, it might have, the swordswoman was hardly in the mindset to time it.

In truth, when she had recovered several minutes later, the manacled girl was surprised that she hadn't passed out along with Krig. The energy she had taken in was keeping her well awake, however. The swordswoman felt downright sprightly in the aftermath of making love to the fox-girl, like she could jump up and train harder than she ever had before. Beyond that, Tamonten felt a pressing hunger in the aftermath. But, for once, it was only an appetite for food. In every other way she felt fulfilled, even happy. Though as she looked at the sleeping violet-haired girl, the pale-skinned woman began to realize that being with the spirit wielder even seemed to help with hunger, as the idea of leaving to get something to eat or training became less and less appealing. Indeed, the world outside of Krig and the bed they shared became completely uninteresting as Tamonten watched the girl underneath her. She could take a break, even if it was only for a little while.

The possessed swordswoman's member had dismissed itself as she laid with Krig, which would have prompted a few questions from Tamonten if she had eyes for anything other than the fox-girl at the moment. The pale girl took the opportunity to readjust, bringing herself off of the fox-girl and instead cuddling with the unconscious woman in another position, laying beside her lover and carefully guiding Krig's head to lay on the manacled girl's shoulder. There was no harm in resting her eyes for a time while within the fox-girl's comforting embrace.

Of course, in this case a little while would last until someone had come to pull Tamonten from her vacation.
 
Re: Tamonten (Hafnium)

Tamonten: HP = 81, PP = 57, EP = 62, Status = Fine

Krig, though she was unconscious, clung to Tamonten as the possessed swordswoman repositioned herself. Nuzzling her head lightly against Tamonten's shoulder, the fox girl murmured something unintelligible in her sleep before going still once more, her warmth shared with Tamonten as the two of them laid out under the morning sun, in the bed of flowers.

There was no telling how long they laid there together. Eventually, despite how full of energy she was, Tamonten drifted off to sleep while the sun was still low in the sky, the morning having only just begun. When she opened her eyes again, the sun was almost directly overhead. She could tell, because the figure of Jasmine standing over her, a wide smile on the green woman's face that Tamonten could only just barely see, as the sun being directly behind her left Jasmine's entire form covered in shadow. The woman's laugh was unmistakable, however, and left no doubt in Tamonten's mind that it was Jasmine standing over her. "Sleeping in I see? My my, you do look comfy!" She said, before giving another laugh.

There was not a single hint of jealousy or reproach in the faerie's tone, only a light teasing and joyous laughter. "I remember the time when I came upon you in this place, Tamonten, so I know quite well how comfortable this bed can be!" She continued, a fit of giggles escaping her mouth accompanied by a blush that even Tamonten, half blinded by the sun as she was, could see. The fact that the fey priestess was as naked as she was every time Tamonten saw her was of equal use in noticing the woman's reaction to the memories she had just brought up. "Come, lazy bones~! Tis time for you to rise! Your little fox may rest a while longer, if you don't wish to wake her, but you must be up! There is food to be had!" At the mention of food, Tamonten's stomach growled, and she noticed that, even though she had plenty of energy to spare, she was absolutely famished.
 
Re: Finding Paradise (Hafnium)

The swordswoman's eyes opened groggily against the light of the...she guessed it was at some point in the afternoon. Any waking wariness that the manacled girl once possessed had been siphoned away by her last two wake-up calls in the home of the faeries. It was difficult for the pale-skinned mortal to feel any sense of danger when her last two awakenings had quickly descended into sexual bliss. The calming sights and sounds of her surroundings and the feel of the Kringlicsly's head on her shoulders quickly stole any anxiousness that might have remained.

The weight of the fox-girl's head on her shoulder and Jasmine's greeting brought memories of the actions before her nap back to Tamonten's mind. That imagery, in turn, caused her to blush and offer a sheepish grin, feeling like a girl who had been caught in the act with her first lover. It had been difficult to remember just how public the beds were while she was with the sirens and Krig, The curvy fey had made it much easier to realize that her earlier performances might have had an audience. As the priestess continued to tease, the swordswoman's face burned so bright from embarrassment that a casual observer might have expected steam to begin pouring out of her ears at any moment. Oh gods... Maybe nobody heard or saw anything, was the only reassurance the girl could offer herself that lessened the urge to bury her face in the flowerbed and stay there for another decade or so.

Seeing Jasmine's own reaction to the memories caused Tamonten's heart to skip a beat. Even as fulfilled as the pale human felt after her time with the kitsune, her body was all too willing to push for a third encounter with the priestess. The possessed woman could feel energies coalescing at her crotch and a tingling, which subconsciously caused her to cover her nethers with her free hand. More consciously, she tried to will the sensation away. The pale warrior had never needed to deal with awkward erections before and hardly felt that it would be fair to start then. How would she explain it to the faerie anyway? Say hello to my little friend? It made the swordswoman wonder, though, given Jasmine's ability, what if she had been watching and already knew? No! She berated herself silently for bringing up the thought, but her train of thought had already detached from any semblance of sanity and was on a crash course with thoughts of depravity.

The sudden image of the green woman fingering herself to the sight of the mortal girl taking one of the two sirens entered Tamonten's mind. No! She berated herself again in a manner similar to how one would discipline a small puppy. Think of something else! Anything else! The pale girl's nipples had begun to stiffen as the image of the priestess jilling off to her escapades somehow turned to thoughts of her taking Krig and Jasmine at the same time then and there. Worse yet, it was taking a concerted effort to stop herself from developing a sudden case of magical penis. She had to think of something else, anything else! Tamonten settled on thoughts of how open the glade was and how another bout of faerie sex would be visible by anyone passing by. The swordswoman could imagine the satyrs enjoying the free show all too much. Which, as it turned out, had the opposite effect that the lithe mortal hoped it would, instead only arousing her more. Maybe they could join in, an idle thought zipped through her head. Tamonten's thought was accompanied by a daydream of a large group of masculine satyrs paying attention to every inch of Jasmine's and her body, the goat-men using them and bringing the two to orgasm time and time again until both had passed out from sheer exertion...

No! Nononononononononono. There were things beyond hedonism and debauchery! Tamonten couldn't name any of them at the moment but she was sure of it! Although maybe Jasmine wouldn't mind a quickie after breakfast...

NO! Bad girl! Bad! The swordswoman would have smacked herself if she didn't think it would make her look insane. And if she wasn't afraid that it might arouse her too.

As a result of her fantasizing, the offer of food was a very welcome one for reasons beyond even her savagely growling stomach. Yes. Food. Not sex. Just food. She thought to herself before offering a response aloud, her blush never dying down to anything less than crimson. "I think it would be best if Krig was allowed her sleep." It wasn't until she looked at the fox-girl that the pale-skinned swordswoman managed to calm down at all, her rosy blush dying down just a little and being accompanied by a warm smile. The possessed mortal, with no small amount of reluctance, gingerly extricated herself from the cuddle to stand up and return her gaze to the priestess. "But, um, I would like to ensure that she doesn't have to go hungry. I would request that she be brought food after she awakes, if it doesn't impose too much on your hospitality, milady." She considered inquiring about clothing but another growl from her stomach returned the possessed woman's priorities to food, getting covered would wait a little while longer. "As for me, I thank you for the offer and will take it, I'm famished." The pale woman tried to play down the rumbling of her tummy. "I don't think I've eaten since yesterday morning..."

Alraune semen probably didn't count as sustenance.
 
Re: Tamonten (Hafnium)

Tamonten: HP = 81, PP = 57, EP = 62, Status = Fine

Jasmine continued to grin down at Tamonten throughout the pale swordswoman's debauched thoughts, her smile growing ever broader as Tamonten's imaginings became increasingly lewd despite her attempts to control herself. Whether the woman could truly read her thoughts, or if she was simply amused by her blushing and how she covered herself, Tamonten couldn't be sure. That she was showing signs of arousal as well was all too clear to Tamonten, but the faerie priestess seemed to have a similar mindset as Tamonten in that regard, as she nodded when Tamonten suggested that they leave Krig to her rest. "Yes, I can see that she can be brought some food when she awakens again, certainly. It'll give the lazy oafs something to do besides gawk at you in your sleep now that the local crisis has been taken care of."

Jasmine held out a hand for Tamonten to take once she had extricated herself from the fox girl's warm embrace. Krig was surprisingly difficult to dislodge, as despite being unconscious the violet-haired girl clung to Tamonten tightly. She murmured slightly as she managed to pry herself free, but did not awaken, instead curling into a ball, her tail twitching twice before she went completely still again. Jasmine had smiled down at the two of them the entire time, finding the whole spectacle entertaining in some fashion, and when she helped Tamonten to her feet the fey woman held her for a moment, her ample bussom pressed against Tamonten's side for a long few seconds before she took a step away. "Come! I can barely hear the brook over your stomach's growling!" She said, her tone once more teasing, and she turned and led Tamonten away, though she kept the lithe human in her sight by peeking over her shoulder.

The walk out of the glade didn't take very long, but with Jasmine's gaze on her the entire time, Tamonten faced a constant battle between keeping her eyes up, and letting them fall down to watch the woman's perfectly sculpted backside in motion as she walked. Every time her gaze lingered too long, her guide let out a quiet giggle of pleasure that forced Tamonten's eyes up once more. Jasmine certainly seemed to have fun with it, even going so far as to add a bit of a sway into her walk, causing her bare bottom to shake ever so slightly with every step, the entire motion almost hypnotic to Tamonten.

Finally, they reached the place where they seemed set to eat, a space under a willow tree on the edge of the stream that ran through the glade. Jasmine sat cross legged beneath the tree, and patted the grassy earth beside her. As it was mid spring, the air was pleasantly warm and her nudity gave her no problems at least as far as temperature was concerned. They were not alone this time, at least not completely. A group of fey, some of whom she recognized from the party she had led to fight the black oak, were on the opposite side of the stream. Most of them were gruffs and satyrs, but among them, in the center actually, was a woman in loose clothing. They held sparring weapons, and the sidhe woman in the center was seemingly fending off a group of as many as six of the other fey at once. And doing it quite well, as far as Tamonten could tell. The ones on the sidelines watching, and nursing assorted parts of their bodies would probably attest to that as well, if she asked.

She was distracted from the spectacle, however, by Jasmine snapping her fingers, and a feast that had suddenly appeared before them on a blanket that had been placed under them. How exactly the food had been snuck under her nose was slightly less important than her hunger once she got a good look (and a good whiff) of it, however. Anything she could want was before her in healthy portions; baked fish, crisped potatoes, sausages, bacon, and any number of other things sat beside the fruits and vegetables she had come to expect from the fey. By the smell of it, it had all been freshly cooked. "Have at it!" Jasmine said, grinning as she picked up an apple and took a bite out of it.
 
Re: Finding Paradise (Hafnium)

The priestess's reactions raised more than a few questions for the mortal swordswoman. Everything from continuing her attempt to puzzle out exactly what the faerie was capable of to the much more pressing one; wait, gawking at me!? Tamonten was attempting to phrase the question in a method more suitable for asking aloud, or more accurately was about to spout off who, what, when, where, and why, when Jasmine led her off to that higher priority, the promise of food.

Their little trip did wonders for taking the already lustful woman's mind off of who might have been peeking at her while she was sleeping, though it steered her in the wrong direction. The possessed human found that the fey's backside became much, much more entrancing after she had gained her newest trick. Not that it the fey's rump wasn't enjoyable to look at before but Tamonten had always considered Jasmine beautiful in her entirety, enjoying stolen glances at every part of the curvy woman. From the grace with which the faerie woman moved to the curves and contour of her body, the green lady enthralled the swordswoman's eyes. But, with her newly discovered talent, the fey's bottom seemed to demand her attention for the duration of their walk.

Between Jasmine adopting a sway in her hips and Tamonten's already sex-filled head, the swordswoman had imagined an obscene amount of scenarios involving herself and the priestess by the time they arrived at their destination. More positions that she could count, orgies, exhibitionism, bondage, group-sex, being dominant, being submissive, every type of faerie that she had seen, and so on, stopping only before the most taboo kinks. The demonic woman daydreamed about scenarios that might shame a succubus -- although only because the demoness hadn't thought of it first, of course. Had she no inhibitions, the two would have never made it to the willow tree before Tamonten had tried to jump the priestess's bones. The only thing stopping her was a little voice in the pale-skinned woman's head screaming at her that she couldn't fuck every time someone spoke to her, or moved, in the grove. She needed to eat, for one reason. Her stomach seemed to agree with the argument.

Another distraction came to reinforce the raging battle between her loins and her sense in the form of the sparring faeries. The scene quickly calmed her, if only because it reminded her of fond memories of her childhood. She watched the fey woman gracefully fend off all those attempting to land blows on her, a veritable whirlwind of wood and precise motion. The fake fighting brought back memories of her father going through his sword dances in the morning. Tamonten sighed wistfully as she watched the group, quickly becoming so caught up in the mock battle that she forgot why she had even come there. At least until Jasmine snapped her fingers.

Food rapidly replaced everything as the priority of the moment once it appeared and the swordswoman couldn't even begin to gather the mental faculties necessary to question, or care, where it had come from. She even forgot to thank Jasmine, though her mind, heart, and stomach were certainly all grateful for faerie hospitality. It had been a day, tens of dead plant creatures, a destroyed black oak, two threesomes, and her first time with Krig since she had eaten last. As soon as Jasmine had exclaimed for her to have at it...well, it became a very bad day to be bacon. The strips were her first target and, to be frank, what she did to them was too gruesome for a humble paragraph to contain. It was as though she had declared war on food-kind and bacon was the first casualty. The sausage was her next target. By that point, she had remembered that chewing was a thing that her mouth was capable of and that she could also breathe while eating. Though, chewing seemed like a frivolous pursuit to be done sparingly, something that only a person with too much food in their stomach might do in excess of once or twice, which was most certainly not the case for her. Many of the sausages were quickly gone, although enough of her sense had returned to leave some small portion for the faerie. The baked fish and crisped potatoes were lost to the swordswoman's horrific attack on hunger, together. Many more foodstuffs were taken that day, too many to name in a lone sentence. Their sacrifice was not in vain, though, as the food began to hit the pale woman's stomach before long.

As her hunger pangs finally began to die down, the realization that the green faerie was still with Tamonten returned to her. "S-sorry. I, er, was hungry." It was all the swordswoman could offer before turning away sheepishly. Despite her embarrassment, the pale-skinned woman reached for an apple to add to the eventual mother of all stomachaches. But, as she finally slowed down, the manacled girl realized that she could watch the sparring while eating, treating the experience almost as if it were breakfast and a show. It instilled a sense of calm and happiness in the human girl to watch another swordsman in action. The overwhelming feelings of lust washed away beneath it all.

The swordswoman quickly found herself becoming enraptured by the sparring, taking a bite out of her apple every once in a while. She became utterly involved in watching the forms and skills of those involved, only managing to pry herself away to listen to what Jasmine might have to say.
 
Re: Finding Paradise (Hafnium)

Tamonten: HP = 81, PP = 57, EP = 62, Status = Fine

Jasmine watched Tamonten's assault upon the food that had been presented for her with an amused grin. At least, at first that was what she wore. As the attack pressed on, she went from amused to slightly embarrassed, and finally to horrified. She still laughed lightly when Tamonten issued her apology, at least, and replied; "I can tell!" She had been eating slowly and patiently as ever, sticking to more vegan fare as she had every time Tamonten had seen the woman eat. Granted, that had only been twice so far.

As she ate her apple and watched the sparring match take place, Tamonten could see that things were becoming more intense. It was seven on one now, and the sidhe woman had replaced her one handed mock blade for a larger one modeled after the two handed variety that Tamonten herself favored. Some might have said that such a weapon's size was a disadvantage against multiple opponents. Under other circumstances, they might even have been correct. And they would have been proven completely wrong had they been able to watch the fey swordswoman fighting.

Four gruffs tried to advance on her from different directions while three satyrs danced about, searching for a hole in her defenses. There were none to be found, as the sidhe had set her sword into a spin so fast that Tamonten's eyes could barely keep up with it, her face grimly serious despite the friendly nature of the bout. Any of the other fey that got too close, which included a gruff who couldn't get out of the way fast enough and a satyr who mistook the time it took its prey to send one gruff tumbling aside for long enough to land a blow, were sent sprawling and groaning. She hadn't even paused in her spin as the two tumbled to the ground, but as her remaining foes tried to form some counter, the sidhe stopped her spin with her sword held out in front of her vertically. She took one bounding step forward, and the gruff directly in her path raised his sword defensively. No blow ever even came toward him, however, as she suddenly spun to her left, and struck the gruff there right in the center of his head. He fell to the ground, unconscious.

She dashed to her left and turned, her blade deflecting two awkward jabs from the remaining satyrs as they had come up behind her. The goat men stumbled directly into the path of the two remaining gruffs, and they all became a tangled mess, allowed her to take a step back and recover. One swing caught all four on the head, and knocked them clean on their backsides, the first to take the hit even being knocked senseless from the blow. "Sloppy, the lot of you! I didn't even have to use anything more than a few simple tricks, and I walked over seven of you at the same time." She said, and Tamonten instantly recognized the voice of the knight she had had a brief argument with the day before, when they had been surrounded by the plants and seemingly facing certain slavery.

Without her armor, Tamonten could see that she was extremely lithe, only modest curves covering a body of taught muscle. Her skin was normal looking, albeit very tanned compared to Tamonten's ethereal paleness. She had a number of whirling green tattoos covering her arms that Tamonten hadn't noticed when she had last seen the woman without her protective gear, and they trailed down beneath the sleeves of her clothing. Some part of Tamonten wondered where those designs might end on the woman's body, but before that thought could go any farther, she heard Jasmine giggle - far closer than she remembered the faerie priestess being.

A glance in her direction, and Tamonten found Jasmine on all fours pointed toward her, her ample bussom pressed together in a way that definitely gave Tamonten's imagination plenty to work with. "Do you like what you see, Tamonten?" She said, her tone half sultry and half amused, but she didn't give Tamonten time to respond. Instead, she pushed closer, and drew the pale girl into a long, deep kiss, her tongue darting past Tamonten's lips and bringing hers into an energetic dance.

When the fey finally broke the kiss, she was blushing and smiling, but glanced aside to where the duel had been taking place. Most of the goat-men who had been conscious were outright gawking at them, some of them with jaws hanging open. The knight was still busy berating them, but she looked to have notice where her subjects attention had gone, and stopped speaking to glare at Tamonten and Jasmine. The priestess giggled, and turned back to Tamonten to say; "Would you care to test your mettle, Tamonten? I'm sure she wouldn't mind an opponent who will put up a better fight than those poor little goatlings. And I'm sure that the stakes that she tends to fight for would interest you."
 
Re: Finding Paradise (Hafnium)

The swordswoman winced as the gruffs and satyrs all but stumbled into the attacks and techniques. It was a bit painful to spectate the entirety of the match up until its conclusion. The goat-men hadn't supported each others' strikes or worked well as a team, instead they seemed to do just the opposite and hindered their comrades with more proficiency than they aided each other. Tamonten wasn't sure that she would have reprimanded the fey soldiers as harshly as the knight had done, though. Still, it was hard not to hold respect for the faerie woman, fully exploiting the reach of her weapon, the manacled girl's own weapon of choice, and her speed in order to take on multiple opponents.

It was equally hard not to look at the lithe warrior as she lectured the goat-men. The human girl was truly amazed at how different every faerie was while still managing to hold a common grace and beauty among themselves. Green tattoos quickly caught her attention. At first, Tamonten was content to merely admire them with a scholarly interest, imagining how she, herself, would look with similar markings. The possessed swordswoman ended up tracing the lines with her eyes, leading all the way up to where the green pattern disappeared under the knight's loose clothing. She tried to remember what the knight had looked like when her party had rescued the woman only a day prior in the hopes of recalling the full pattern but had no luck, the swordswoman had been a little too busy at the time to take in the scenery. Her attempt to recall the design of the tattoo was also causing her to wonder what the faerie looked like naked, as well, which seemed like a step in the wrong direction to the already lustful woman, so she tried to dismiss those thoughts, giving a light shake of her head as if to physically clear it of lewdness.

Then came a giggle, causing Tamonten to blush before she even turned as she forced herself away from gawking at the knight. In the end, the swordswoman had only traded set of lewd thoughts for another, as she found herself staring at Jasmine's breasts with her mouth wide open and a tingle in her crotch as her energies began to collect. The pale-skinned woman almost gave a direct affirmation that she did like what she saw, the curvy priestess cut her off, however, much to Tamonten's gratitude. The human's fragile mind quickly lost all track of where she was and what she had been doing before the faerie's tongue entered her mouth. All that remained of her sense was a burning need for the green woman. The half-eaten apple dropped from her hand and rolled a few inches before resting, forgotten. She clenched her eyes shut and softly moaned, a noise of appreciation, into Jasmine's mouth. Her pale hand moved to caress the priestess's back.

Tamonten's head buzzed with anticipation, she didn't need to imagine anything else, the faerie was going to take her right then and there. Or so her pleasure-drunk thoughts went until Jasmine pulled away. The needy girl quietly whimpered at the sudden loss of stimulation and opened her eyes. Then she traced to where Jasmine was looking and saw the gruffs and satyrs staring at them. The battle in Tamonten's mind reached a fevered pitch.

Oh gods, I just want to bury myself in a little hole in the dirt and come back out in fifty years or so, some remaining part of her humility suggested. I should invite them over! The more the merrier! Another part of her brain suggested. Probably the part responsible for noticing just how masculine all the goat-men were and bringing back fond memories of how intoxicated the satyr's musk had made her feel. I could just go get some clothes and pretend this never happened. Jasmine and I could relocate to somewhere more private! The thoughts continued, all of them conflicting. The swordswoman's only outward response was for her face to burn brighter and brighter at the combination of humiliation and lust she was feeling. The only plus side that she found in the situation was that she hadn't grown an erection.

Jasmine's words finally snapped her free of the cycle. She looked again and noticed the knight's glare, which made her want to slink off to bury her head somewhere. But, the swordswoman was too intrigued by the chance to spar with the woman, who would be the first humanoid she had ever fought in such a manner, to retreat. Tamonten took a deep breath in an attempt to force away enough embarrassment so that she could give a response. "I would love to challenge her," she started. The pale girl stood up, as much out of an attempt to ward away the nervousness and shame as to prepare. Tamonten could feel anxiousness and anticipation flowing through her veins and making her slightly shake with excitement. "Stakes? The match would be enough for me, I think. Besides, I'm not sure I really have anything that would interest a knight."
 
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Tamonten: HP = 81, PP = 57, EP = 62, Status = Fine

Jasmine giggled, and nodded her head toward the woman as Tamonten stood up. "Oh, I'm sure she'll decide on something appropriate!" The fey priestess said coyly, and gave Tamonten a loud smack on her rump, which also had the added effect of pushing Tamonten in the direction of the group. A short jump would take her across the stream, and the gruffs and satyrs gave the nude swordswoman her space, albeit not any degree of decency as their eyes roamed over her body. Her unnatural features didn't seem to hinder their lust even slightly, and she spotted more than one hint of motion beneath the hair that covered the goat-men's groins.

"Ahhh, Tamonten. I have something that belongs to you! I wanted to return it to you when we got back to the glade, but we didn't find the time." The knight said, and padded away to quickly return with a massive, blood red gem. She recognized it immediately as the one that had been at the core of the Black Oak, and the woman quickly continued; "I would try to sell this, were I you. And quickly. Little good can be gained from keeping such an artifact for very long."

She paused, and then sighed. "I don't suppose that you could offer me a better challenge than this lot, could you? I haven't even broken a sweat yet, and they're on their last legs."

(Tamonten gains 1 darkbrain)
 
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The swordswoman gave out a short 'eep' as the priestess's hand found her backside. It was born more out of surprise than any displeasure at the action. Her lust was finally dying down, though, aided by the promise of a sparring match against a knight to replace it. While she might not have minded a second smack, the pale human decided that it was time to join the training group. Even with all that she had already done in front of the gawking goat-men, she was still embarrassed as she approached the knight. As she timidly stepped forward, the naked woman made a mental note to begin keeping a change of clothes near where she slept, since the faeries seemed to make off with hers at every available opportunity.

Before she could offer any sort of greeting, the fey woman spoke, apparently remembering her well enough, which added to Tamonten's embarrassment. Their last conversation had been a little less than formal. The knight didn't seem too bothered, at least, as she explained about the stone that had fallen from the tree and retrieved it. The manacled swordswoman accepted the thing reluctantly, both hands reaching out to take it only after a few seconds had passed. Twice the faeries had handed her relics of which no apparent good could come and twice they had suggested she sell them. Rather than questioning their wisdom in the matter, she chose to comment on the other subject that had come up. "Er, no harm done. There were more pressing concerns at the time. A few hundred more pressing concerns," Tamonten offered an uneasy grin at her own joke. The swordswoman turned and took a few steps away with the sizable stone. She moved to place it on the ground. The pale girl almost bent over to deposit the thing, purely out of habit, before she remembered the audience she had acquired. Even after she thought about it, part of her still considered giving the gruffs and satyrs a nice view. In the end the provocative idea was dismissed, Tamonten swallowing hard and then kneeling to lay down the artifact instead. The darkbrain would wait there until she could store it someplace safer.

The swordswoman turned toward the knight again before continuing. The possessed girl's tail coyly snaked its way around her own leg, a result of her lewd thoughts, and she could feel the fleshy spaded tip rubbing at her inner calf. The would-be weaponmaster didn't allow the proclivities of one of her newer appendages distract her from her next words. "Speaking of which, I apologize for my words. I should not have threatened you, regardless of the circumstances," Tamonten offered sincerely and solemnly, in expression and tone. Though, a small grin returned before she continued. "Whether I can give you a decent challenge or not... There's only one way to find out, isn't there?" Excitement built inside the swordswoman as the possibility of their match loomed over her. She had to fight off the urge to tremble in excitement as she awaited the knight's response.
 
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Tamonten: HP = 81, PP = 57, EP = 62, Status = Fine

"No apology needed! You were just trying to protect us. In fact, I should be apologizing to you! You were my commander, and I went against your orders in front of what we thought was an enemy at the time." The knight replied, and then shrugged. "Why don't we just call it even then?"

A coy smile formed on the woman's face, and she left her training sword where she had been standing to approach Tamonten, a sign of peace. When she got closer, she gestured with her head toward the satyrs and gruffs, who's eyes were still more or less glued to Tamonten's lithe body. "You seem to have some admirers. Quite a few, if I do say so." If Tamonten turned to glance at the goat men, she would find that to be quite true, and more than one fur covered groin was stirring as they watched her. As she looked at them, however, they looked away.... But only slightly away, and with looks of shock rather than shame. Turning back to the knight, Tamonten found that the sidhe had discarded her own clothing, her loose garments lying in a pile on the floor, no signs of any underclothes present. Muscle rippled pleasantly over her body, amplifying her curves rather than detracting from them, and the whirling tattoos did indeed proceed past her arms. Most of her body was covered in ink, all the way down her legs, and a design just over her hairless mound proved to be quite distracting as Tamonten tried to figure out just what it was.

"I wouldn't want the contest to be unfair," the knight began, apparently in explanation. Then, in a more quiet voice, she said; "And I wouldn't want you to hog all of the attention~!" Adopting a sly smile, she kept her voice low as she continued; "Has Jasmine explained how our little sparring matches go yet? I can tell that she hasn't..... You see, we always play for a prize here.... And today, the prize is me! Or at least, it was for my previous partners.... Would you care for the same stakes?" She tilted her head, a wide smile on her face, and waited for a response from Tamonten.

When it was given, regardless of the answer she turned, and Tamonten couldn't help but notice how her hips rolled slightly with every step, her flesh shifting pleasantly in much the same way that Jasmine's had not too long ago, though the priestess had certainly been the more well endowed between herself and the knight. "You use a two handed sword, yes? There is another on the ground over there." She said, and pointed to spot among the gruffs and satyrs. Tamonten easily spotted the wooden weapon, lying amongst the goat men's feet, but they all seemed too stunned by the display before them to recognize that they could pick it up for her. A little prompting would likely fix that.
 
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"I'll agree with that," the swordswoman replied shortly after the sidhe had offered to call it even. There was no response to offer as her attention was directed to the gruffs and satyrs. Tamonten spotted movement between their legs and could only mimic their reaction in looking away, cheeks burning as she did so. Only, when she looked away the manacled human found that the knight had disrobed. She was quickly all too empathetic with what the goat-men were feeling and not quite sure where to rest her eyes, although they were drawn to the faerie's crotch by her tattoos. Primal urges stirred inside her accompanied by another stirring of her latent energy, though she resolved to ignore both to the greatest extent possible.

When the knight explained, she had Tamonten's rapt attention, if only because focusing on the sidhe's lips helped in avoiding looking elsewhere. Her cheeks lit up like beacons as the fey finished speaking. The pale woman began to wonder if being around Jasmine was good for her ability to resist temptation. For the priestess to have sent her forward to such a match was something that she couldn't quite place in terms of whether it was a good or bad thing. That wasn't to say that some part of Tamonten wasn't interested in having the opportunity to explore the artwork on the other woman's body at her leisure. She was conflicted, though. What about Krig? The fox-girl had proclaimed that she wanted Tamonten to be her first and only. While Kringlicscly couldn't be the swordswoman's first, the violet-haired woman could still become her only...

The sense of guilt only grew worse as she opened her mouth. "If that's how it's always done, I wouldn't ask that customs be changed for me. I'm okay with that. How about we make it best two out of three and add a little more excitement, though?" In truth, she was too accepting of the stakes. Losing didn't sound as bad as it should have. But as long as I don't lose it will be fine. I'll just let her go freely if I win and that will be the end of that, was what she told herself. The girl had a sinking feeling that she would not be able to resist her prize if she won.

Tamonten swallowed hard as the knight turned. When she was directed to the training sword, the human woman nodded. While she could have ordered the group to hand it to her, she did not. Ordering others wasn't something that came naturally or without thought to the manacled swordswoman, she was much more used to doing things herself. So instead, she sheepishly walked over to the group. The pale woman tried to avoid eye contact as she did so, walking towards a group of horny goat-men while completely naked save for her manacles seemed perilous enough without giving the wrong idea of why she was approaching. Tamonten knelt to retrieve her sword, averting her eyes in an attempt to avoid getting an up-close view of fey crotch before standing up and returning to her previous position.

The swordswoman tested the weight of the training sword in her hand as she stood. The feel of the handle against her palms brought back such fond memories. It reminded her of the first time she had picked up a training sword. She had sneaked past her father's notice to play with his training weapons. The lead-filled sparring weapon had almost been too heavy for her at the time. The girl, much younger then, had been so bad at swordsmanship. She bludgeoned and hammered with the weapon, her grip was too tight, she had no fluidity. Despite her lack of skill in them, the memories brought a smile and a sense of calm to Tamonten as she waved the wooden blade around a few times, testing its range. Serenity came easily, assisted by the soothing memories. After a few such practice waves, the swordswoman took a deep breath and turned toward the knight, holding her sword directly in front of her.

"Are you ready?" The pale-skinned girl asked, preparing even as the words left her mouth. Her toes dug into the grass and she readied to rush forward, intent on overwhelming the sidhe woman with shock and awe on the first bout. As soon as the knight had given her blessing to begin, she would charge and try to take the first point before the other woman could do anything about it.

When the battle begins in earnest: Tamonten will use charge, supreme might 5:5, and slay!

79 + 4 - 20 - 5 = +58 to hit.
2d12+54 damage, x2 thanks to slay, then /2 because of the sword, apparently. >.> (45 base modifier, 4 from charge, 5 from supreme might).

Tamonten has: 30 dodge (after penalties). 0 armor, 25 speed.

Cheat Sheet
When taking HP damage: She takes d4 + 1 pleasure damage, half of which is gained as EP.
When dealing HP damage: She takes d4+1 pleasure damage, half of which is gained as EP. On a killing blow she makes a 21 + (Damage Done/10)*Monster Tier Resistance check against all opponents within 30 feet with line of sight to her. If they fail once, they can't attack that round. If they fail a second time they surrender or flee. Additionally, on a killing blow she makes a second attack against an adjacent target at -10 damage and -10 attack.

When taking EP damage: She takes an additional 16 EP damage from Open Soul x4.

When taking PP damage: She takes an additional 4 PP damage from sensitive. An additional 8 (overall 12) PP damage if her opponent is a member of the fey or a plant. She regains EP equal to half of PP damage taken.
 
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Tamonten: HP = 81, PP = 57, EP = 62, Status = Fine

Rolls
Attack: 10 + 54 = 64 vs 75 = 30 + 45 == Miss!

"Best two out of three is quite acceptable!" the knight replied. The goat men looked surprised when Tamonten started toward them, but then some of them glanced at the sword she was going for and started toward it, a small scuffle actually starting as they fought over who would get to pick it up for her. No blows were shared of course, just some light pushing and shoving, and the end result was that a gruff handed Tamonten the training sword rather than her having to crouch in the middle of them.

As she tested the training sword, Tamonten found it to be slightly lighter than she had expected given her memories, even accounting for how much stronger she had become since then. It was better balanced than her father's training blades as well, feeling almost as good as a real sword in her hands, but she could still detect the difference in power between a swing with the wooden practice blade and what she could do with her own sword.

"When you are, Tamonten." The knight replied calmly, her emerald eyes alight as she faced Tamonten in a similar position, albeit with her wooden sword angled lower, the tip oriented at Tamonten's face. She remained in that position even as Tamonten began the battle with a charge, her sword extended out until the last possible second, at which point her blade clacked against Tamonten's loudly as she flicked it at her sword and deflected the blow aside, moving her body in the opposite direction in two swift steps and then reorienting herself to face Tamonten squarely once more. She didn't have time for a proper counterattack before Tamonten had already turned back toward her, but the swordswoman could tell from her stance that the knight had no intention of remaining on the defensive.

Her sword was raised high, ready to come down at Tamonten from above in a fairly telegraphed but nonetheless dangerous manner.
 
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The swordswoman cursed under her breath as her first blow was deflected, she had put a lot of power and hope into that attack. Tamonten turned toward the knight just in time to see her opponent's wooden blade raised into the sky. Years of training kicked in, urging her to raise her own weapon and catch the training sword before it struck the human girl in the head or shoulder and sent her to the ground. She was sure she could catch it and divert it.

Something else sparked inside Tamonten, though. It was the urge to attack. She couldn't allow the knight to control the flow of the battle or it would allow the sidhe to lead her to a slow but inevitable defeat. And, although she wouldn't admit it to herself, she wanted to show off to the other fey watching. The prideful swordswoman wanted to secure the faeries' respect for her. So, instead of raising her weapon to catch the attack that might send her into unconsciousness, she reversed her grip on the training weapon and brought it behind her back. Tamonten crouched and spun with her leg extended, aimed at sweeping the fey off her feet. She hoped to beat the rapid fall of the knight's blade and upset the tattooed woman's balance enough to stop the swing entirely.

Tamonten will switch to unarmed (using Quick Draw to attack in the same round) and use 20:20 defensive fighting and Trip against dat knight! Good luck, Tamonten!

62 - 20 = 42 to hit.
No damage.
On a successful attack, the knight must succeed a resistance check vs Tamonten or be knocked prone.

Tamonten's stats: 80 dodge (after unarmed and defensive fighting bonuses). 0 armor, 25 speed, 31 Resistance.

Cheat Sheet
When taking HP damage: She takes d4 + 1 pleasure damage, half of which is gained as EP.
When dealing HP damage: She takes d4+1 pleasure damage, half of which is gained as EP. On a killing blow she makes a 21 + (Damage Done/10)*Monster Tier Resistance check against all opponents within 30 feet with line of sight to her. If they fail once, they can't attack that round. If they fail a second time they surrender or flee. Additionally, on a killing blow she makes a second attack against an adjacent target at -10 damage and -10 attack.

When taking EP damage: She takes an additional 16 EP damage from Open Soul x4.

When taking PP damage: She takes an additional 4 PP damage from sensitive. An additional 8 (overall 12) PP damage if her opponent is a member of the fey or a plant. She regains EP equal to half of PP damage taken.
 
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Tamonten: HP = 55/81, PP = 52/57, EP = 62, Status = Bashed

Rolls
Attack (Tamonten) : 8 + 42 = 50 vs 45 == Hit!
Resistance: 8 + 31 = 39 vs 40 = 33 + 7 == Knight wins! So close!

Attack (Knight) : 12 + 69 = 81 vs 80 = Hit! It just isn't Tamonten's round, it seems.....
Damage: 9 + 2 + 46 = 57/2 = 26 damage!
Masochist: 4 + 1 = 5 PP.

The knight stumbled slightly as Tamonten's foot caught her, but a quick leap prevented her from losing her footing, and her sword came down painfully on Tamonten's shoulder. The blow was measured, obviously, but it would still leave a rather nasty bruise. And it still hurt, obviously. The knight pulled back, adopting a slightly more defensive position than she had a moment ago but still preparing to strike. She was at least giving Tamonten time to get up off the ground from where the pale swordswoman was now laying, nursing her bruised shoulder, but the window for movement was closing swiftly.
 
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The swordswoman grimaced as she was struck, the precarious position of her improvised sweep and the weight of the knight's strike sending her to the ground easily. Tamonten silently cursed herself for her arrogance, she had seen what the sidhe was capable of in the fight against the black oak, to go on the offense solely to feed her own pride had been foolish. And, as she rotated her pained shoulder to test it, she quickly realized that it was her ego that had taken the most damage.

She wouldn't make the same mistake twice. The tattooed faerie had given the human woman a peek into some of what she was capable of. The manacled girl's throbbing shoulder was an excellent reminder that it wasn't time to show off, it was time to make the fey sweat. She jumped back to her feet as quickly as possible, if only to try and coax the fey into not holding her attack back for any longer. Tamonten pressed forward, charging at the sidhe yet again, emulating some of the ferocity she had placed into her first strike. The wooden weapon trailed behind the pale woman, held at her hip with both hands. The intent was to dodge out of the way of the faerie's attack at the last second and bring her weapon overhead, striking down to deliver a soft blow to the knight's shoulder and even the score. But the pale swordswoman was determined, even if she could not dodge the swing, she would trade blows with the faerie woman.

Quick Draw to the training sword and attack with 20:20 Defensive Fighting.

79 - 20 = +59 to hit.
(2d12 + 45)/2 damage on a successful hit.

Tamonten's stats: 70 dodge (After defensive fighting bonuses). 0 armor, 25 speed, 31 Resistance.

Cheat Sheet
When taking HP damage: She takes d4 + 1 pleasure damage, half of which is gained as EP.
When dealing HP damage: She takes d4+1 pleasure damage, half of which is gained as EP. On a killing blow she makes a 21 + (Damage Done/10)*Monster Tier Resistance check against all opponents within 30 feet with line of sight to her. If they fail once, they can't attack that round. If they fail a second time they surrender or flee. Additionally, on a killing blow she makes a second attack against an adjacent target at -10 damage and -10 attack.

When taking EP damage: She takes an additional 16 EP damage from Open Soul x4.

When taking PP damage: She takes an additional 4 PP damage from sensitive. An additional 8 (overall 12) PP damage if her opponent is a member of the fey or a plant. She regains EP equal to half of PP damage taken.

I hope this change of strategy works the way I'm thinking it will. >.>
 
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Tamonten: HP = 55/81, PP = 52/57, EP = 62, Status = Bashed

Rolls
Attack (Tamonten) : 10 + 59 = 69 vs 60 = 45 + 15 == Hit!
Damage: 8 + 4 + 45 = 57/2 = 29 - 4 = 25 damage!

Attack (Knight) : 10 + 69 - 15 = 64 vs 70 = 50 + 20 == Miss!

Tamonten rushed the knight once more, this time narrowly sidestepping the fey woman's strike and raising her own wooden sword up for her own attack. The tattooed knight tried to raise her sword to block, but the possessed swordswoman was too swift, and her wooden blade rapped against the faerie's shoulder. She recovered quickly and faced Tamonten once more, but she'd have a bruise not dissimilar from the one that Tamonten herself would have, and Tamonten hadn't taken a return hit for her troubles. The knight was smiling, however, and said; "A fair hit!"

She was ready for another swing, this time erring further on the defensive side, but Tamonten could tell that the woman was ready to spring into action at the first sign of weakness. Her sword was held in both hands out before, straight in line with her body, a fairly basic stance as such things went, but also a very reliable one.
 
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The human woman backed away after her successful strike, her pride slightly assuaged by the hit. As the knight smiled and made her proclamation, Tamonten could only motion her head towards her own damaged shoulder and offer a small smile.

The swordswoman quickly reverted to stoicism after that smile. A few small strands of hair had fallen in her face but she didn't bring her hand up to remove them. Her grip remained firmly on her training sword, refusing to let herself take the practice fight less seriously, even if the knight didn't seem to be putting her all into it yet. She was going to need to give the sidhe a few more knocks if the faerie was to take her as seriously as she'd like.

The lean fey woman seemed ready to remain on the defensive, which was fine by Tamonten. The brash woman preferred to be on the attack anyway. She inched forward, intent on remaining at range with the other woman. The swordswoman waited for an opening. She was too impatient to wait for long, however. If nothing showed itself quickly the woman would push forward, bringing herself to the very edge of her sparring weapon's range.

But the point wasn't to initiate another all-out attack on the faerie. Tamonten merely wanted to get her moving. To make sure, that if nothing else came of the match, that the knight had done a bit of sweating. Another defensive exchange would hopefully help that along. It might have the added benefit of finding a weakness in her guard.

Attack with 20:20 Defensive Fighting.

79 - 20 = +59 to hit.
(2d12 + 45)/2 damage on a successful hit.

Tamonten's stats: 70 dodge (After defensive fighting bonuses). 0 armor, 25 speed, 31 Resistance.

She has sadist and masochist. I think the sadist PP damage (1d4 + ) was overlooked last time.

Cheat Sheet
When taking HP damage: She takes d4 + 1 pleasure damage, half of which is gained as EP.
When dealing HP damage: She takes d4+1 pleasure damage, half of which is gained as EP. On a killing blow she makes a 21 + (Damage Done/10)*Monster Tier Resistance check against all opponents within 30 feet with line of sight to her. If they fail once, they can't attack that round. If they fail a second time they surrender or flee. Additionally, on a killing blow she makes a second attack against an adjacent target at -10 damage and -10 attack.

When taking EP damage: She takes an additional 16 EP damage from Open Soul x4.

When taking PP damage: She takes an additional 4 PP damage from sensitive. An additional 8 (overall 12) PP damage if her opponent is a member of the fey or a plant. She regains EP equal to half of PP damage taken.
 
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Tamonten: HP = 23/81, PP = 41/57, EP = 62, Status = Gonna feel that in the morning
Knight's damage so far: 43

Roll
Last turn's sadist that I totally forgot about: 3 + 1 = 4 PP.
I also forgot that the knight had, well, Knight, so 3 less damage last round too.

Attack (Tamonten) : Hit.
Damage: 3 + 9 + 45 = 57 / 2 = 28 - 7 = 21 damage.
Tamonten is a naughty Sadist: 2 + 1 = 3 PP.

Attack (Knight) : Hit
Damage: 5 + 3 + 46 + 10 = 64/2 = 32 damage.
Tamonten is also a naught Masochist: 3 + 1 = 4 PP.

The knight remained perfectly still as Tamonten inched forward, a smile present on her face as Tamonten gradually came closer and closer. The only motion she made was to keep her sword held out so that it was perfectly aligned with both the center of her body and with Tamonten's current position. Even when she was within striking range of the faerie's sword, there was no attempt at aggression on the fey woman's part.

Finally, after a brief but intense face off, Tamonten struck, her sword quickly rising for a quick attack before she would return to the defensive. The attack, despite being nearly superhumanly quick (it was coming Tamonten after all) and powerful, was nonetheless one that could have been defended against. Except, the fey woman didn't even try to stop the blow, letting it land on her already bruised shoulder.

She stepped forward into the strike, and before Tamonten could get her sword back into a defensive stance the tattoo covered warrior raised her sword and smashed it into Tamonten's untouched arm. This blow hurt a great deal more than the first one had, striking almost harm enough to break bone despite the protective coverings on the training weapons, and Tamonten stumbled back slightly. She managed to keep her feet under her, but the two strikes had left her arm aching painfully. They had both taken a blow, but it seemed like Tamonten had come away worse for wear in the exchange. "Feeling tired yet?" The knight's voice was cool and confident, and she had adopted the same stance as she had been in before the aggressive strike against her.
 
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"Maybe a little bit. I guess my body just can't keep up with how much fun I'm having," the reply came with a wide grin. The knight appeared to be taking her a bit more seriously now, to have stood against her measured strike in order to deliver an opportunistic, and painful, return blow. Pain and pleasure intermingled as the effect of her demonic possession sent a tingle through her body at the blow. The pale-skinned human was enjoying the fight in more ways than one.

The swordswoman tried ignored the inappropriate feelings as best she could. There was still a fight ahead of her. To be distracted by the tingles in her body just when the knight was starting to hold back less seemed a crime. It was already disappointing enough that the first bout would likely end in the next blow.

But, indeed, Tamonten knew she couldn't take another swing like that and likewise knew that going on the defensive would delay things only slightly at best. So, she would try to strike first and harder. The manacled woman brought her training sword to her side again and, without much warning, made another rush at the faerie. There was no attempt at dodging the sidhe woman. Tamonten's sword struck out, aimed at the meat of the knight's thigh, not wanting to attack her shoulder again lest she accidentally do some lasting damage to the woman.

No, she wanted to hit the knight with a strike powerful enough to upset the knight's balance and send her to the ground, in order to seize victory. If that failed, then the human had no doubt that it was she who would end up defeated.

Attack with slay! I realized that Supreme Might would upset the "go big or go home" strategy in effect here. >.>

79 - 20 = +59 to hit.
((2d12 + 45)*2)/2 damage on a successful hit.

Tamonten's stats: 40 dodge, 0 armor, 25 speed, 31 Resistance.

She has sadist and masochist.

Cheat Sheet
When taking HP damage: She takes d4 + 1 pleasure damage, half of which is gained as EP.
When dealing HP damage: She takes d4+1 pleasure damage, half of which is gained as EP. On a killing blow she makes a 21 + (Damage Done/10)*Monster Tier Resistance check against all opponents within 30 feet with line of sight to her. If they fail once, they can't attack that round. If they fail a second time they surrender or flee. Additionally, on a killing blow she makes a second attack against an adjacent target at -10 damage and -10 attack.

When taking EP damage: She takes an additional 16 EP damage from Open Soul x4.

When taking PP damage: She takes an additional 4 PP damage from sensitive. An additional 8 (overall 12) PP damage if her opponent is a member of the fey or a plant. She regains EP equal to half of PP damage taken.
 
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