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Hoard of the Dragon Queen IC

Increasing her speed once more, one of her hands snuck down and restarted the fondling from earlier; as the shaft disappeared and reappeared; his sack was getting a world-class massage. This served two purposes: enhancing pleasure, providing a means of a wide range of punishments if necessary...and serving as a warning of his impending explosion.

And faster still she went, and would go...until he came.
 
After a while, it's too much for Fickle, and his balls tighten, his cock throbbing madly inside Jasmine. He's on the verge of cumming.
 
As he draws closer and closer to his own climax, Jasmine's smile turns predatory once more; quite suddenly, her body contorts again, this tim with her pistoning his cock to release while aiming it at the kobold's own torso (enveloping his head in marshmallow hell once more).
 
Releasing him from his suffering (but not his chains), Jasmine spoke once more, using one hand to coax his member back to full mast: "You performed well slave. Now we move on to a new kind of game. It's sort of like "Would You Rather". As you can see, you've had a rather marvelous cum," she gestured at his body, which he's noticing for the first time is covered in his own jizz. "...and I'd hate to have all that go to waste. Because you held out for so long, there's only one hole left to fuck, so that's what we'll use; however, while that's going on, I'll be scooping up this lovely cum and...presenting it to you, like so." Swirling one finger down his cum-covered torso, she raised it to his face.

"At that point, he get to choose: either you clean my finger of the cum using your tongue, swallowing it bit by bit...or you can refuse, and I'll wipe it off with the handy finger-cleaning hold in your bum." Pausing to let that sink in for a second, she continued: "It goes in one hole or the other, but you'll always get to choose. But what game is complete without an end goal, or a prize? If your body is clean before you've blown your second load, your climax will complete with me happily deepthroating your ass-flavored dick. However, if there's still cum left when you blow your load, the remaining jizz will by used as lube for a strap-on dildo toy I use for penetrating my little subbies. With your bum hole and my dildo lubed up, it should be a mostly painless experience...although that pain will continue until you come from the relentless pounding on your prostate."

Posing her ass over her now rock-hard member, she asked "Do you understand?"
 
"Y-yes mistress," Fickle responds.

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Down in the tunnels, it's dark. It's nigh-impossible to see without darkvision, unless someone was smart enough to bring a lit torch.

Make a perception check.
 
(Perception 16.)

Bran squinted through the darkness, straining to see ahead and stepping carefully so as not to trip. A minute or two had him fed up with the effort. "Hold up, guys," he called out in a loud whisper, shrugging off his pack and kneeling down to dig around inside it for his tinderbox. Finding it, he slid a torch from the bundle tied to the side of the bag and set about lighting it up.
 
You see movement just beyond the walls and hear a low squeaking. In addition, you spot a few holes in the walls sized just right for rats.
 
"There." Belle whispered to Bran pointing to holes in the wall, as she lets go from cuddling him.
 
"Yeah, I see," Bran muttered, holding off on lighting the torch. "Something tells me the light is gonna stir them up." He frowned in thought for a moment, then offered the torch to Belle. "You take this. I need both hands to swing my sword." He held out his flint and steel, ready to light the torch for the elf.
 
Bran stopped just short of lighting the torch, surprised. "Oh...well, it'll still be darker than it was outside...and I can't see with it like this. Is it a problem?"
 
Bran gritted his teeth as the noise approached. "Well, it looks like they're coming one way or another." Without further hesitation, he struck his flint and steel to spark the torch, then immediately pocketed them and pulled out his sword, holding it low to sweep along the floor.
 
Belle does a little dance, and from the torch a small spurt of flame seems to shoot out and nail a nearby rat.

[Casting sacred flame for 6 damage. Dex save DC 13 negates.]
 
The first rat sparks in holy fire and dies, but more rats rush out of the walls. Soon, two small swarms are on either end of the hall.

Bran, your turn then the rats.
 
"Ugh," Bran recoiled at the sight of the teeming rats. Shaking off the disgust, he hefted his sword again and swung in a wide downward arc at the forerunners of the swarm ahead. He kept an eye on the floor at his feet, ready to stomp on any that got too close.

(16 attack, 12 damage.)
 
The first swarm, the one that was attacked, stays back, weary. THe other rats, though, surge forward and leap at Bran's legs, trying to gnaw through his armor. They, however, fail to penetrate it, leaving him unharmed.
 
Belle does a cartwheel before seeming to kick some fire from the ground.

[Second verse. Less damage then the first. 1 damage this time. ]
 
"Get off!" Bran snapped at the other rats as he fought to kick them off, struggling at the same time not to let any more get a hold.

(Critical hit against the other rat swarm. Which, given that this was an unarmed strike, means a whopping 2 damage.)
 
The rats hiss and a few get shaken off, but the remainder of the hoard bites down, finding chinks to get at the soft meat through. Take 4 damage.

The other swarm now rushes forward, but is obstructed by the first swarm and unable to really bite in.
 
Bran winced in pain as the rodents started to bite through the gaps in his mail. "Agh, dammit!" Each bite alone was doing practically nothing, but with so many, it wouldn't be long before he couldn't stay standing. Taking his right hand off the hilt of his sword, he grasped the blade halfway along its length instead, relying on his armored glove to prevent cuts, and went about sweeping and stabbing down at the rats with the improved control the grip provided.

(23 attack, 5 damage.)
 
Before long, the first swarm is cut down by the flames and steel. The rats, smelling their companions' blood, flee back into the walls.

Before you is a short hallway ending in a door with a rusted padlock securing it shut.
 
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