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Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru


Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Status:
Llæwyn: HP = 80, PP = 60, EP = 42, Status = Grappled

NPC Stats:
Lynnea: HP = 31, PP = 31, EP = 34, Status = Grappled

Rolls:
(keep in mind this still wasn't using the DG system at the time, these are rough translations)
Tanglevine B's Initial Attack Roll (@ Llæwyn): Miss
Llæwyn's Attack Roll (@ Tanglevine B): Success
Damage rolls: 1 + 1 + 25 = 27
Lynnea's Grapple Check: Failed

Enemies:
Tanglevine B (dying, grappling Llæwyn)
Tanglevine C (grappling Lynnea)
Tanglevine D

The next that lunged at the two was the sloppiest, taking a harsh, swift counter from Llæwyn before her companion ran in to finish the job. Lynnea was a bit too hasty, however, with the battle rust probably having had an effect on her combat mindset, and was grabbed by one of the other two tanglevines, immediately being pulled off and away from Llæwyn's direction as assorted goods fell out of her pack.

"Kyaaah!" Lynnea shrieked and struggled, but to no avail as the creature's limbs bound her tightly, slithering all about her body to explore its various nooks and crannies. Worse, a portal had opened up only several feet in the direction furthest from them, most likely one that it was hoping to drag the elven widow into.

Llæwyn was given an option to give chase, but three more tendrils from the dying tanglevine latched onto her shoulders and one of her ankles, a glistening, slimy and oddly sweet-smelling coating covering them. At this point, she could worry about freeing herself first, or work to save Lynnea.
 
Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Llæwyn patiently waited for the vines to attack before making her move, slashing several of them off and opening things up for Lynnea. Not as much as the older Elf had thought, though, and one of the other vine creatures grabbed her. She screamed and began to struggle, various things falling out of her backpack as she tried to fight off the vines, but she wasn't having much success; they soon had her limbs bound nice and tight. A portal opened up not far from them, the vine clearly hoping to steal Lynnea away into the void. The tanglevine that Llæwyn had mortally wounded grabbed her at her shoulders and an ankle, latching on, but she didn't bother with that. The thing would surely continue to bleed without her intervention, and it was critical that she free Lynnea before her captor dragged her away; Llæwyn would never be able to forgive herself if she came back without the older woman.
 
Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Status:
Llæwyn: HP = 80, PP = 60, EP = 42, Status = Paralyzed (after making her last attack), Grappled

NPC Stats:
Lynnea: HP = 31, PP = 31, EP = 34, Status = Partially Bound (by severed tentacles around her arms)

Rolls:
(keep in mind this still wasn't using the DG system at the time, these are rough translations)
Llæwyn's Attack Roll (@ Tanglevine C): Success
Damage rolls: Definitely dead.
Llæwyn's Resistance Check: Failed

Enemies:
Tanglevine B (dying)
Tanglevine D

Llæwyn pushed forward despite the newfound pull on her body. The creature itself was indeed dying, judging from the decreased gusto in its movements, but the sweet scent from the tendrils that wrapped around her upper body began to take hold upon the swordswoman, and she could quickly feel a sort of slow paralysis kicking in. It wasn't typical of most tanglevines to have pheromones this... well, potent.

Even then, with every last bit of determination she pushed forward, and managed to cleave at the primary mass of tendrils holding Lynnea tight.

The creature grappling the elven widow, which looked like nothing more than a green cluster of vines, began to squirm and flop about, agonized by the severance of the majority of its limbs. Lynnea was still bound, but she immediately struggled in an attempt to get the organic bindings off of her.

Llæwyn, unfortunately, would find herself helpless on the ground, the strange substance having sapped the power from her thighs. The last, fresh tanglevine would take this opportunity to grapple with the green-haired warrior, its numerous tentacles slithering all about her body, coating it in that sweet-smelling slime and running across her inner thighs, arms, and neck, soon fastening her to the ground rather uncomfortably. Its tube-like appendages would then slide underneath her clothing boldly and without reserve, as if searching for something on her figure, and before long she could feel the numerous, bulbous tips of the ropey extensions curiously prodding at her face, as well as between her legs.
 
Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Llæwyn kept fighting towards Lynnea, though she soon felt herself slowing down, the sweet smell that rolled off the tendrils slowly beginning to paralyze her. The warrior cursed herself inwardly for forgetting about this feature of her enemies, but there was nothing to be done about it now. With every ounce of her determination she managed to get close enough to slash the main mass of tentacles apart, not managing to free Lynnea, but opening things up for the woman and clearly bringing a good deal of pain to the tanglevines. Her legs buckled under her after that, though, the paralytic pheromones quickly doing their work. The final, unmolested vinecreature made its way to her, grabbing her with numerous tendrils as she was helpless to resist. It smeared her with the sweet-smelling slime, pushing her against the dirt in a way most uncomfortable while some of its tentacles poked their way under her skirt and armor, more poking at her face. She weakly cried out "get out if you can, leave, there's no sense losing you," wanting Lynnea taken into the Void under no circumstances; it would be bad enough to fail the village by not returning herself, but to take the older woman with her? It would be unforgivable.
 
Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Status:
Llæwyn: HP = 80, PP = 60, EP = 42, Status = Paralyzed, Bound

NPC Stats:
Lynnea: HP = 31, PP = 31, EP = 34, Status = Fine

Rolls:
(keep in mind this still wasn't using the DG system at the time, these are rough translations)
Llæwyn's Resistance Check: Failed

Enemies:
Tanglevine D

Lynnea eventually managed to free herself of the mass of severed plant coils, slowly getting to her feet and looking around for her short sword in a panic, as it had been dropped in the scuffle when she was taken off-guard by one of the tanglevines. Little success on that end; it could have been buried under any number of leaves or engulfed by one of the creatures.

The urgency made obvious upon her features, she yelled out towards Llæwyn whilst continuing to search for a suitable weapon by which to free her partner, which was hidden amongst the scattered wares now strewn across the ground--various doodads she had brought in her pack. "W... what do I do?!"

When the older woman heard Llæwyn's order, she put on a hesitant look, replying, "But I don't want to just leave you, uh, uhm... kyah!"

A trio of stray tentacles from the largely wounded tanglevine lashed out at her, and the elven widow barely managed to avoid them. This reminder of the inherent danger involved finally got her to get going, and she cried out, "Llæwyn, please wait for me! I... I'll get help!" before running as fast as her feet would carry her towards the passage tree back to the village, presumably to make good on her word.

Meanwhile, the damaged one of the two slowly began to lose its liveliness, as its movements became less exaggerated while it made a futile attempt to give chase to the fleeing lady. Eventually, it stopped after enough distance was made, the plant-like creature appearing to wilt not long afterwards.

The healthy one, however, was still good to go, and as such it proceeded to snap apart the straps fastening her breastplate to her torso, as well as ripping apart the rest of her clothing, leaving her milky skin exposed to the relatively cool autumn air. Each of her breasts would find itself coiled about and squeezed by a tendril devoted solely to it, whose very tips would sprout tinier projections that began to tickle and tease at Llæwyn's nipples. Yet another of the bumpy green ropes moved to press the side of its length against her pink slit, soon weaving back and forth as if flossing her between the legs and further lubricating her womanhood with its slimy coating. While this was occurring, another two, with their bulbous tips closed, and seemingly lacking the smaller extensions--at least for now--began to take turns prodding at her cheek and lips, trying to force their way in as they slathered their gooey coating all over her face.
 
Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

“Go!” Llæwyn shouted as best as she could when Lynnea hesitated. When the older woman finally went off she nearly snorted, though. Wait for me? Really? she wondered, rolling her eyes at the word choice. After all, what else could she do? Her gaze wandered to the tanglevine she had severely wounded, watching it flop and flail as the life drained out of it with a sense of satisfaction dimmed only by the fact that its brother was about to violate her.

The warrior groaned inwardly as the vines snapped the straps that held her breastplate in place and destroyed her clothing, knowing that the items were more or less useless now. Even if she managed to get out of this somehow, she would have to be re-equipped, which pissed her off for whatever reason. Llæwyn didn’t have to wait long before the vines got to their work, one apiece coiling around her breasts and squeezing them firmly, smearing them with the sweet-smelling slime. When they had their hold on her, much smaller tendrils poked out from the tips of those vines, gently teasing at her nipples. The little nubs quickly stiffened under the assault, and the elf couldn’t help but enjoy the attentions; she had been with some skilled lovers, but none could have matched the stimulation this vine creature was giving her.

All the while another tendril slowly moved from her inner thigh to her slit, pressing down on it for a few moments before beginning to slowly slide back and forth, spreading her labia slightly and coating them with its slime. The warrior instinctively tried to close her legs, to push the vines away, but her limbs just wouldn’t respond to her commands. Of course, Llæwyn’s inner walls were rapidly being coated with her own juices, and she couldn’t deny that the vines were building her arousal quite effectively. The elf could feel the bumps and ridges all over the tendril rubbing against her lower lips, and she idly wondered how they might feel inside of her… No, I can’t think about that, I have to deny it! she thought, biting her lower lip hard to try and deny entrance to the tentacles poking and prodding at her lips and cheeks, and to fight against giving in to the pleasure. Maybe if she could delay its pleasure she could stall until Lynnea got her help…
 
Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Status:
Llæwyn: HP = 80, PP = 52, EP = 42, Status = Paralyzed, Bound, Penetrated

Rolls:
(keep in mind this still wasn't using the DG system at the time, these are rough translations)

Enemies:
Tanglevine D

As Llæwyn tried her best to endure the assault of the lecherous Void creature, she could hear Lynnea's accelerated footsteps kicking up small piles of dead leaves as the elven woman sped along. It would soon dawn on her that her partner likely wouldn't make it back to the village on time before these things had at least managed to penetrate her, and this possibility was soon confirmed as the tentacle sliding back and forth along her labia finally decided to pause in front of her entrance, first collecting the mixture of juices that had accumulated there with its rounded end to help assist its journey inwards.

It didn't linger there for long before finally easing itself into the warrior, parting her sensitive folds with its pulsing girth, wriggling in various directions as it ventured deeper and deeper inside. Soon it began to slide in and out of her sopping wet pussy, bending itself in such a fashion that the crook of its curve rubbed up against the bumpy surface of her G-spot from within, and continued to fuck her in such a way that could be strangely pleasurable to the young woman.

Afterwards, one of the two tendrils attempting to violate her mouth resorted to coiling around her neck and squeezing harshly for but a moment, causing her to cough or cry out in pain just enough for its partner to forcefully slide itself in between her lips. Pumping itself in and out in the same fashion as its siblings down below, the tentacle raping her mouth tasted somewhat sweet, just like its scent implied. With a surprising amount of strength, the mass of tendrils began to lift Llæwyn into the air and suspend her there, as if advertising her violation to the forest around her.

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Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Even though she struggled, Llæwyn knew that it was an off chance that she would be able to keep the tentacle beast wanting enough that it wouldn’t drag her into the void before help arrived, and soon enough she found herself in trouble if she didn’t want to give in. The tendril that had been sawing between her lower lips stopped, pausing for just a moment, and the elf knew what was coming next without having to look. It slowly began to push inside of her, parting her labia and then her inner walls as it penetrated her in a manner that was almost gentle. It wriggled and writhed, its fairly impressive girth slipping ever deeper into the warrior with ease, until finally it felt that it was in far enough, and it pulled back nearly to the entrance before sliding back in easily. Just as she had thought, the bumps covering its length felt amazing, and she was already as wet as she had ever been, barely keeping herself from moaning out her pleasure. As if that weren’t enough, the vine curled inside of her, bending itself in just the right way to stroke her G-spot with each thrust. As experienced as Llæwyn was, no one had ever pushed that button for her, and she bit her lip hard enough to draw blood to keep from crying out.

Even so, her resistance was rewarded in the negative. One of the tendrils that had been poking at her mouth moved to coil around the elf’s slender neck, squeezing hard. She tried to fight the urge to gasp for air, but in the end she just couldn’t control the instinct, and as she desperately wheezed for breath the other vine slammed into her mouth, beginning to pump in and out in the same rhythm of the one pistoning into her pussy. She whimpered around the tendril, tasting the sickly sweet slime on her tongue as the vines pulled her up into the air, her limbs limply hanging in her paralysis. The pleasure she was feeling was already nearly overwhelming just from these few moments, as the new kind of stimulation wreaked havoc on her senses, though she still had enough mind to try and fight it, attempting to bite down on the vine that had forced its way into her mouth.
 
Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Status:
Llæwyn: HP = 80, PP = 44, EP = 42, Status = Paralyzed, Bound, Penetrated, Horny

Rolls:
(keep in mind this still wasn't using the DG system at the time, these are rough translations)

Enemies:
Tanglevine D

The vine that Llæwyn bit down upon, while thick, still appeared to show signs of pain, or something like it, in response to this action, and immediately reeled itself back. It quickly retaliated by slapping her across the cheek with its mangled end and then squirting a thick, white liquid all over her pretty visage, whose overall scent and flavor seemed to match that of the creature's secreted coatings.

As if to punish the girl for her apparent resistance, the tanglevine sent out a different tentacle to prod at her ass, first releasing a stream of its gooey juice upon Llæwyn's tight rear pucker to serve as lubrication before plunging inside, in a manner considerably less gentle than the one that was pistoning into her cunny. Not long after it did, it began to ravage her colon, alternating its strokes with that of its neighbor and leaving both of her lower orifices drenched with a blend of her womanly secretions and the monster's strange fluids.

The tentacles groping and kneading her tits then employed their tiny filaments to wrap around the elf's hardened nubs and tug at them, as if milking her, even if she had none to give at the time, and she would soon find them painfully pulled one way, then the other, as the vines down below remained relentless in their double penetration of the helpless swordswoman.

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Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Llæwyn’s bite seemed to have exactly the effect she was looking for, as the vine pulled away from her, wriggling in apparent pain. It soon retaliated though, slapping her hard in the cheek and splurting thick white liquid against her face, coating it. It tasted and smelled every bit as sweet as anything else the vines had secreted, and she couldn’t help but enjoy it on a level that was beyond the mere satisfaction of having hurt the thing. She almost grinned, until she felt another tentacle prodding at her pucker. Her eyes went wide and she began to panic; she had taken cocks inside her rear hole before, but she had never been double penetrated before, and the tanglevine was probably not going to be as interested in her pleasure as the men she had taken it from before, at least not now. It splurted that white fluid against her rear, giving her at least a bit of lubrication, and then paused for a short while, making her wait nervously for what she knew was coming.

Finally the tendril slammed itself into Llæwyn’s rectum fairly roughly, causing her to groan loudly in pain that more or less drowned out the wonderful sensations from her pussy. It began to pound her harshly, alternating its rhythm with the one pistoning into her cunt such that her lower body was stuffed with vine at all times. “Unnng… Hahh... Gah!” she groaned and screamed with each thrust, the vine painfully ravaging her bowels. At the same time the tentacles that were attending to her breasts began to use those tiny, teasing filaments to wrap around her stiff nipples, tugging outward on the little nubs in one direction and then the other, the actions mimicked by the larger tendrils holding her breasts, tugging her titflesh painfully. She soon wished she hadn’t bit the vine, and she tried desperately to flail her limp arms and legs against the creature, badly needing relief from the feeling.
 
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Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Status:
Llæwyn: HP = 80, PP = 36, EP = 42, Status = Paralyzed, Bound, Penetrated, Horny

Rolls:
(keep in mind this still wasn't using the DG system at the time, these are rough translations)

Enemies:
Tanglevine D

The creature of the Void had apparently taken a degree of offense to Llæwyn's act of defiance against one of its many limbs, and grew noticeably rougher in the way that it treated her, forcefully binding her wrists behind her back with a rather surprising degree of strength, for how flexible and otherwise soft its appendages seemed to be.

While this was occurring, the tentacles that were gripping her ankles pulled them towards her back, essentially hog-tying her and leaving the normally capable elven warrior utterly helpless and left at the thing's mercy, as it ravaged both of her lower holes with a gradually escalating pace, perhaps as part of its revenge against her bite from earlier.

As if this wasn't enough, the tendril that had been plowing into her anal tunnel began to curve itself as well, matching its partner in behavior, except that it would press against her perineal sponge, adding to the erogenous zones already being stimulated upon Llæwyn's frame. To top it off, a third vine joined the fray at her lower body, sprouting smaller extensions similar to those that were already pulling hard at her nips, and began to give her clit a similar course of treatment, seemingly bringing about an overload of various sensations to the girl. After roughly half a minute or so of this brutal, frenzied violation, the tentacle inside of her birth canal began to release its own smaller feelers, which proceeded to tickle her cervix and the areas around it. A few of these even went so far as to squeeze their way through her womb's tiny opening before thrashing about inside, providing a most curious sensation deep within.

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Llæwyn's attempts to flail were all in vain, her arms and legs refusing to do more than hang limply at her sides, until the vines grabbed her wrists, holding them firmly behind her, others grabbing her ankles and pulling them back towards her shoulders, contorting her painfully; even if she hadn’t been paralyzed, there was no way she could have moved now. The tentacles pounding her were speeding up slowly, causing her to groan out louder and louder as they rocked her body in the air. The one pounding her backdoor curled much like the one in her pussy, again finding a spot inside of the elf that no man had ever stimulated for her, though at the pace and the force it was using it could hardly be said to be pleasurable. Her eyes grew even more wide as she saw a little tendril worming its way towards her clit, and she muttered out “no, stop…” before feeling it wrap around her sensitive little nub, squeezing it hard and tugging on it. She threw her head back, letting out a silent scream of pain and pleasure mixed, the sensations mixing themselves up inside of her. “please stop I’ll suck it please” she groaned out, nearly hysterical as she felt tiny little feelers poke and tickle her cervix, a few penetrating into her womb and thrashing around.
 
Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Status:
Llæwyn: HP = 80, PP = 28, EP = 42, Status = Paralyzed, Bound, Penetrated, Horny

Rolls:
(keep in mind this still wasn't using the DG system at the time, these are rough translations)

Enemies:
Tanglevine D

It seemed far too late at this point, as the creature's overall demeanor of 'rage', at least from the way it manhandled Llæwyn, wasn't showing any signs of stopping. Perhaps it only understood actions, rather than words, or maybe it just didn't care. Even then, it once again offered her a chance at pleasing it, ironically bringing the one she had bitten just inches in front of her face and daring her to take the initiative, perhaps giving her but a sliver of hope that it would ease up on the poor elf, if she only complied with its wishes. As Llæwyn had never been taken by a tanglevine before, given the circumstances, it proved quite difficult to get a good handle on, or even begin to comprehend exactly what the purpose of this thing was other than outright lewdness.

Adding a sense of urgency to it, as if telling her to 'hurry up', the smaller tentacles tugging at her nipples, stimulating her clit, and stroking her female anatomy deep within all began to speed up in their movements, making the toll on her nerves all the more unbearable. The tiny ones within her womb, in particular, started stroking at its ceiling, even worming their way into her fallopian tubes to provide a feeling that Llæwyn never even thought possible. It was more than just mildly uncomfortable, no doubt, but with most if not all of her major erogenous zones being treated the way they were, it seemed to become harder and harder to separate the pain from pleasure at this rate, as she was made a ragdoll of by the Void creature.
 
Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Llæwyn shuddered a little as she saw the tendril she had bitten raised in front of her mouth, offered up for her to suck it, and she quickly took the opportunity; maybe if she did it would forgive her for having bitten it in the first place, and would ease up the terrible stimulation. She took it into her mouth, licking and sucking as best as she knew how, her tongue gliding over the wounds her teeth had made in the vine. At the same time the tendrils stimulating her nipples and clit, and the ones pounding her lower holes, sped up even more, driving her nearly mad. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she felt little vines moving through towards her ovaries, something she hadn't know was possible, the strange stimulation making her feel both good and horrified. Still, almost every conceivable erogenous zone on her body was being stimulated, and hard. The pain was slowly merging with the pleasure she was feeling, and she was in quite a bit of danger of losing her mind even this soon. Her fingers wiggled as she struggled with her hands, trying to rub against the tendrils holding them in place as a silent offering to stroke the vines, desperate to get it to treat her less roughly.
 
Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Status:
Llæwyn: HP = 80, PP = 18, EP = 42, Status = Paralyzed, Bound, Penetrated, Horny

Rolls:
(keep in mind this still wasn't using the DG system at the time, these are rough translations)

Enemies:
Tanglevine D

Although it was difficult to tell whether or not such a thing was intentional, her willing service to the odd monstrosity only seemed to excite it further, and it went practically berserk with the stringy appendages ravaging her reproductive system, the tendrils in her pussy alternating their thrusts with those lodged in her ass. Whatever remained of her clothing, remnants or otherwise, was now gone, tossed aside somewhere in the piles of leaves covering the forest floor.

Llæwyn's ministrations drove the tanglevine to a level of arousal matched by its increased speed, and if this thing was even capable of climax, then the time for that was clearly approaching, as made evident from its accelerated movements, pinching and pulling at each of her breasts' sensitive nubs, wriggling against her clit, and of course teasing across every sensitive surface of her body's interior, as far as her lower orifices went. The tentacles wrapped around her limbs even loosened their grip somewhat, in the interest of gathering their numerous, bulbous tips in front of her face, and as the creature reached a fever pitch with its violations of Llæwyn's body, it made a gurgling sound, allowing her to feel its appendages pulsing violently before releasing its load deep inside of her.

The gooey, thick fluids filled her mouth, colon, and womb in unison, allowing her to feel the rhythmic bursts of warmth that she may have been familiar with when being cummed inside by a man. Except this time, it was relentless, continuing to flood her cunny with its seed, and practically tireless in that this supposed 'climax' lasted longer than any sexual partner that she had known. Was this the price of being caught by one of these? As if that wasn't enough, the tips lingering and slithering close to her face had spewed their own liquids onto her visage, sullying her image both figuratively and literally.

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Llæwyn groaned as her attempts to get the tanglevine to treat her more gently backfired, only driving it into a sort of frenzy. All the little tendrils tickling at her womb and ovaries went into overdrive, stroking her sensitive flesh rapidly as the thick main tendril began to really pound her quickly, alternating thrusts with the one in her ass. Not a second went by when the elf's lower body wasn't stuffed full of vine, and it was taking its toll on her. At the same time it pinched and tugged on her nipples, the pain of such an action faded completely into pleasure now, her clit being similarly stimulated. Even as it fucked the warrior at a furious pace, rocking her body in its grasp, she was starting to really feel it, to get into the experience, and even though it wasn't working for her intended purpose she kept up her attentions to the vines, sucking and stroking as best as she she could. She could feel them loosening their grip on her, gathering more and more vines in front of her, their tips pointed at her face, and she knew well what was coming.

Llæwyn heard a gurgling sound from within the tanglevine, felt its tendrils pulsing as its seed raced through them, and she let out a muffled, throaty moan as she felt the jets of spunk shoot into and onto her. The elf had always loved cum; the warmth as it flowed into her, the taste, the feel, the smell. It was one of her favorite parts about sex. As such, it was as if this creature were made for her. She barely closed her eyes in time to keep from being blinded as the hot, sticky goop splattered against her face and hair, coating her thoroughly with the stuff as she sucked hungrily on the vine in her mouth. More of the seed flooded into her lower holes in one spurt than she had ever felt before from any man, and it just kept coming, shot after shot of warmth entering her womb and bowels. She was legitimately aroused now, swiftly approaching her climax as the tanglevine kept cumming and cumming, a haze of lust and pleasure descending over her mind.
 
Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Status:
Llæwyn: HP = 80, PP = 2, EP = 42, Status = Paralyzed, Bound, Penetrated, Horny

Rolls:
(keep in mind this still wasn't using the DG system at the time, these are rough translations)

Enemies:
Tanglevine D

The creature's fluids in this case proved to be quite the unintentional turn-on for Llæwyn, resembling the semen of a male elf in texture, consistency and even somewhat in smell and taste, although the latter had more of a sweet plant-like touch to it. In terms of volume was where it differed the most, however, and her beautiful skin was thoroughly glazed with the sticky substance.

The nearly unbearable waves of pleasure that were overtaking Llæwyn's senses kept her from retaining a good sense of the amount of time that had passed; she could have been getting filled for a thirty seconds... a minute... or maybe more. It was hard to tell. But it had to stop sometime, and so it eventually did, the tanglevine's movements slowing to an idle squirming, though not before the poor elf was filled to the brim with its mysterious fluids.

Her stomach was practically half-inflated with its gooey filling, and once the vines withdrew themselves from her lower holes, a flood of the stuff spilled out from her well-used flower and rear orifice, causing her to visibly deflate. This brought about a sensation oddly comforting, yet perhaps somewhat disappointing if the warrior was looking for more.

However, soon enough that became the least of her worries, as while she was still pushing out the globs of leftover seed from her body, coughing it out from her mouth and so on, the creature began to drag her off in one direction, probably towards a portal that was slowly opening. If she were to look in order to confirm that, she would see that this was indeed the case, though her body was still rather weakened to do much against the creature's firm grip.
 
Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Plant cum continued to rain down on Llæwyn as she sucked down the sweet substance, the waves of pleasure crashing over her for who knows how long. She lost all track of time and her surroundings, focused only on the feeling of being pumped more full of spunk than she could have ever imagined being, her belly distending slightly with the sheer volume of it. Still, as the tanglevine slowed down, it didn't quite push her over the edge... she was maddeningly close to orgasm, and yet the vines began to pull out of her, a rush of their cum following them as her body tried to regain equilibrium. The elven warrior was quite the pitiful sight then, covered head to toe in a sheen of sickly sweet plant-cum, her belly slowly deflating as the sticky stuff poured out of her lower holes. She wanted more. She needed more. And yet, when she felt herself being dragged away, the vague thought that she was being taken to the Void came to her mind, and she began to struggle weakly. The paralytic substance was still inside her, and her body was weak after the rough fucking and because of her terrible arousal, but still, she gave it all she had.
 
Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Status:
Llæwyn: HP = 80, PP = 2, EP = 42, Status = Paralyzed

NPC stats:
Aeron: HP = 100, PP = 40, EP = 42, Status = Fine

Rolls:
(keep in mind this still wasn't using the DG system at the time, these are rough translations)
Aeron's Attack Roll: Success.
Damage Roll: 30.

Enemies:
Tanglevine D (dying)

It looked at though this would be a one-way trip to the Void for Llæwyn, with her futile, albeit valiant struggles doing little to deter the creature intent on taking her to its special plane. A look in the direction of the portal would bring to the girl's attention the sounds of an otherworldly wind blowing, an orange-colored sky and the muffled voices of assorted beings--creatures just as lewd as the monster holding her, if the stories held true.

She continued to leak while she fought against the abomination's firm grip, oozing a trail of thick goo from between her legs as she was dragged by her shoulders. Luckily for her, Llæwyn's attempts to break free did separate her just a tad from the tentacled being, leaving just four or so of its arms wrapped around her. Even then, it continued to crawl towards the swirling gateway.

A noise quickly approached, that of running and kicking up dried leaves. It was Aeron, no doubt having been called to the scene by Lynnea minutes ago... or perhaps longer--it was hard to tell. Either way, the young elf had arrived barely in time, drawing his sword mid-stride and slicing apart the tentacles holding his informal rival in place, following up with a slash to the tanglevine's center mass. It writhed and gurgled in pain, more tendrils thrashing out from its center.

Grabbing Llæwyn by the wrist, he pulled her back and away from the creature, which desperately tried to reach at its quarry, though its weakened attempts were fended off by the newcomer. "D...Damn! Can you move?!"
 
Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Llæwyn's weak struggles seemed to be all for naught, her writhing managing to do little more than dislodge a few of the tendrils from her. The tanglevine still had a firm grip on her, and was dragging her slowly but surely towards the portal into the void. She could see into it now, could hear the horrid sounds of monsters beyond imagining, and she shuddered, almost accepting her fate... Until she heard the sounds of running coming towards her. Aeron had been found and brought to her aid, and she redoubled her struggles as he made his way quickly to her, and with a quick slash freed her. The vines writhed and squirmed, more of them shooting out at them as the elven man grabbed Llæwyn's wrist and tugged her away. "N...not well" she groaned out in reply, a little cum dribbling from her mouth as she did so, though she tried to stand and run as best she could. It probably wouldn't be very effective, though, all things considered.
 
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