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- Jun 23, 2018
@Mike the Bloodwolf @ChrisGabriel
A primal cry tore its way free of Lune's throat as the werewolf shifted and pushed his knot into her tight pussy, her digitized body stretching further still to accommodate. She went rigid, her back arching forward, as her first orgasm gripped her body; and in the corner of her eye her health bar flickered again, now significantly shorter.
And this time, some clear corner of her sex-and-pheromone addled mind actually took notice.
As she rode out the orgasm, Lune slumped forward in the werewolf's lap, held up as much by the knot that joined them as by anything else. Her hips squirmed instinctively, trying to dislodge the heavy intrusion — to no avail, of course — and her breath came in short gasps, punctuated with a sudden heady giggle that almost mirrored the dark elf's. She couldn't keep on like this — she knew that — but each powerful thrust, each touch of the dark elf's hands still felt so good that it was hard to care! She had to... had to...
Lune's hand flexed, beginning to form some kind of sign, then fell loose again as the other woman's hand stroked across her pussy. The blonde elf let out another shuddering laugh as her lover thrust deep into her again. She bit her lip, did her best to summon her willpower — looked up suddenly, her hand flexing again...
"[Blink]!"
A wind-aspected Elementalist spell, [Blink] was a short-range teleport intended primarily to give the otherwise low-mobility casting class a last-ditch way to avoid incoming AOE attacks. Lune mostly used it for exploration purposes; the cooldown was long enough that it couldn't be used as a primary defensive tactic in any decent fight (at least without talents or items which she didn't have), and the range wasn't that great, but it was still sometimes enough to cross a gap or get up to somewhere that would otherwise be out of reach. Unfortunately, it couldn't pass through barriers like walls or doors — but it was still enough to carry Lune momentarily out of the werewolf's reach. As she activated the spell the blonde elf abruptly vanished from the werewolf's lap and reappeared a short distance further into the store, tumbling to the ground without his support under her, a gust of wind blowing across the path she'd taken. Another small sliver of her health vanished as she hit the ground, but she didn't have time to worry about that; biting her lip again, she flicked open her inventory, racing for one particular scroll before her willpower failed her again.
"[Clear Mind]!"
An arcane pattern of light flared around Lune's nude, prone body as the spell scroll in her hand burned up (the Ouroboran ring on her finger disappointingly failing to activate). A moment later, a miniature duplicate of that sigil glowed in white light on her brow, and a similar-looking icon appeared amongst her status effects. [Clear Mind] was one of those skills that was useless most of the time, but vital against certain bosses; it suppressed most hostile mind-affecting abilities, including a number of obnoxious charm effects.
It also felt like a splash of cold water in the face, followed by an injection of coffee directly to the blood stream. Lune mostly used it to wake herself up when she'd been writing too long.
The blonde elf's violet eyes cleared as the effects of [Animal Magnetism] were suppressed. She gasped, and took a shuddering breath of the pheromone-laden air. Her body still felt weak; with the cloud of lust lifting, she was starting to feel the exertion she'd just put her body through.
The werewolf was still right there. She had to get to her feet.
A primal cry tore its way free of Lune's throat as the werewolf shifted and pushed his knot into her tight pussy, her digitized body stretching further still to accommodate. She went rigid, her back arching forward, as her first orgasm gripped her body; and in the corner of her eye her health bar flickered again, now significantly shorter.
And this time, some clear corner of her sex-and-pheromone addled mind actually took notice.
As she rode out the orgasm, Lune slumped forward in the werewolf's lap, held up as much by the knot that joined them as by anything else. Her hips squirmed instinctively, trying to dislodge the heavy intrusion — to no avail, of course — and her breath came in short gasps, punctuated with a sudden heady giggle that almost mirrored the dark elf's. She couldn't keep on like this — she knew that — but each powerful thrust, each touch of the dark elf's hands still felt so good that it was hard to care! She had to... had to...
Lune's hand flexed, beginning to form some kind of sign, then fell loose again as the other woman's hand stroked across her pussy. The blonde elf let out another shuddering laugh as her lover thrust deep into her again. She bit her lip, did her best to summon her willpower — looked up suddenly, her hand flexing again...
"[Blink]!"
A wind-aspected Elementalist spell, [Blink] was a short-range teleport intended primarily to give the otherwise low-mobility casting class a last-ditch way to avoid incoming AOE attacks. Lune mostly used it for exploration purposes; the cooldown was long enough that it couldn't be used as a primary defensive tactic in any decent fight (at least without talents or items which she didn't have), and the range wasn't that great, but it was still sometimes enough to cross a gap or get up to somewhere that would otherwise be out of reach. Unfortunately, it couldn't pass through barriers like walls or doors — but it was still enough to carry Lune momentarily out of the werewolf's reach. As she activated the spell the blonde elf abruptly vanished from the werewolf's lap and reappeared a short distance further into the store, tumbling to the ground without his support under her, a gust of wind blowing across the path she'd taken. Another small sliver of her health vanished as she hit the ground, but she didn't have time to worry about that; biting her lip again, she flicked open her inventory, racing for one particular scroll before her willpower failed her again.
"[Clear Mind]!"
An arcane pattern of light flared around Lune's nude, prone body as the spell scroll in her hand burned up (the Ouroboran ring on her finger disappointingly failing to activate). A moment later, a miniature duplicate of that sigil glowed in white light on her brow, and a similar-looking icon appeared amongst her status effects. [Clear Mind] was one of those skills that was useless most of the time, but vital against certain bosses; it suppressed most hostile mind-affecting abilities, including a number of obnoxious charm effects.
It also felt like a splash of cold water in the face, followed by an injection of coffee directly to the blood stream. Lune mostly used it to wake herself up when she'd been writing too long.
The blonde elf's violet eyes cleared as the effects of [Animal Magnetism] were suppressed. She gasped, and took a shuddering breath of the pheromone-laden air. Her body still felt weak; with the cloud of lust lifting, she was starting to feel the exertion she'd just put her body through.
The werewolf was still right there. She had to get to her feet.
