(A gameplay note: I was thinking it would be kind of cool to keep the scenarios a surprise with each gate instead of keying you in at the start. Would you prefer I let you know which foe the scenario is based on? I don’t mind either way – I understand if you guys want an idea of what your characters are getting into. I ask because someone rolled an enemy that would benefit more from an element of surprise than others.
(hertzez: Thank you! Feedback is always appreciated.)Aki, Interlude
Aki takes a breath to clear her thoughts, but part of her still laments her departure from the perfumed chamber.
A winding passageway expands to reveal the rogue’s second gate. The portal mirrors the first: A mass of swirling, violent blue energy stands between her and her next destination.
She relaxes with a semblance of relief mixed with apprehension – she tenses at the thought of what may lie ahead.
Her feet will her to find out.Aki, Gate 2
The blinding light dims to the sounds of chirping birds and natural ambience – a sharp contrast from the dank, cavernous labyrinth.
Aki is graced with the kiss of a gentle breeze across her face as awareness returns.
She’s immediately aware of a natural scent, one of springtime trees and pollen. Her eyes settle into her new dimensions: The rogue finds herself in standing in a small, grassy clearing bordered by thick trees and brush. The high afternoon sun gets no resistance from a cloudless sky.
Aki’s immediate thoughts are interrupted by the sound of quavering branches at her back.
Her senses are immediately pulled in that direction. She turns on a dime in a readied position, but halts, staying immeasurably still.
The rogue’s gaze is immediately drawn to a woman – a tall giantess – snoozing beneath a tree not even ten feet from where Aki is standing. The tanned Amazon looks to be ten feet tall, bearing a mess of wild red hair that partially obscures her features. A broad wooden club, almost matching the rogue’s height, rests at the woman’s side.
With her will partially compromised, Aki’s eyes linger perhaps a bit too long on the giantess’ plump, ruby lips puckered into an adorably drowsy sort of pout as she slumbers. The rogue pulls her gaze away, instead falling to the woman’s pair of mammoth breasts that somehow remain sheathed beneath a skimpy, leopard-skin bra.
Aki’s mind instantly wanders for a moment. The breasts must be large enough to completely envelop her face in a smothering embrace…
The moment drifts away with Aki’s vision as she takes in the rest of the woman’s body from lips to legs. A loincloth does little to hide the woman’s features.~You’d have better luck dancing with the cat girl in the tree~
A voice – Belle’s voice! – echoes through Aki’s mind above the distant sound of the dancer’s giggling. But just as suddenly as the voice intruded her mind, Aki’s thoughts fall silent. The rogue inspects the rest of her surroundings for any presence of her former lover.
And while she doesn’t find the dancer, she does see the neko in question.
The platinum blonde cat girl hangs above the giantess by her white tail roughly twenty feet above the sleeping giant. She watches Aki with her luscious lilac lips curved into an upside-down smirk, as if she knows something Aki doesn’t. The joke is quickly revealed: In one of the cat girl’s paws is the sheath to Aki’s short sword.
In the other…is the sword itself.
Aki’s eyes widen as she quickly pats at her side to confirm her missing weaponry. True enough, the weapon is gone – and the cat girl, whose smirk grows into a mischievous grin, gives the plundered rogue a flirty wink.
Without a moment’s warning, the cat girl tosses the sheath up in the air. The sheath hangs for about a second before beginning its descent – leaving Aki with just moments to react!
Aki – Condition: Normal
(Badoxe: That’s cool. Magic, like other supernatural abilities, is fine as long as the spells are kept reasonable.)Magnus, Gate 1
The bard’s vision fades away to a bemused smile on the nekomata’s face.
His thoughts slog through darkened unconsciousness, lost in dreams of lamenting lamias and crafty cat girls. He slowly, slowly awakens to candlelight flickering throughout a small, wooden hut.
As Magnus’ vision works to return, the structure’s seams leak slivers of sunlight into the small space.
Secured with a primitive wooden door, the windowless structure is devoid of any life and furniture save himself, a lonely candle to the other side of the room and the crude bedspread of assorted furs that he was laid upon.
The bard finds his mouth slightly dry and his hands bound behind his back. The bindings, he notices, seem to feel loose around his wrists, as if they can be undone with some brute persuasion, perhaps. At that moment, however, the discovery was ignored: Even just the thought
of sitting up causes Magnus to nearly pass out again, and several minutes pass before his vision finally fully clears and his constitution recovers enough for movement.
Numbness, however, remains through his body, and his focus remains wavering and woozy beneath a lazy haze clouding his mind. And though he held captive without blankets or coverings, Magnus feels so
, so comfortably warm despite a slight chill in the air.
He licks at his dried lips, stopping briefly as he tastes…fruit…strawberries? Magnus licks again for a better taste; the fruit lingers in his mouth, and the warmth spreads deeper into his body. The sleepy sensation urges him to relax…relax and sink
into the soft bedding…
Magnus sluggishly ponders what to do next, the bindings at his wrists all too present.
Magnus – Condition: SleepyRobert, Gate 1
The mermaid halts her seduction with a bewildered glare in Robert’s direction.
Her expression lingers for a few tense seconds. It’s the face of a person inexperienced in rejection. She furrows her brow with an adorable pout, seemingly put-off at Robert’s interest in other women.
“Injured creature? What, you mean Octo?” The mermaid snorts before idly ppointing over her shoulder toward the apparent passageway behind her. “She went to her hole with Squid. I might have saw her dragging a…” Her voice curls into a teasing suspicious tone. “…human
girl with her.”
The mermaid’s glare softens into a sly, suggestive look. “Why, is the human your girlfriend?” she teases. She giggles with the flick of her tail, shooting herself toward Robert and circling the man with graceful ease. She laps him once before again settling in front of Robert with a content sigh, now a few inches closer to the seaman.
The mermaid’s face has returned to one of seduction as she drifts forward.
“What’s she got that I don’t…?” the mermaid purrs. Her hands cup her bare breasts…Mesmerizing Breasts! Roll = 98. Success!
One Willpower damage. Robert’s Willpower is now 5.
…and the mermaid slowly jiggles her large bosoms between her fingers, swirling them rhythmically before Robert’s eyes. She lets the water’s current carry her slowly forward, her face brimming with seductive confidence.
She sees Robert fall into her booby trap: The bruiser can’t help but let his gaze drift to her large breasts. His eyes turn glassy as he watches the mermaid sandwich her breasts, swirling the soft, smooth flesh around, and around…and around…and…
Just inches from Robert, the mermaid lets her breasts fall into the man’s chest, spreading a lustful warmth through his body and causing his member to stiffen. She curls her arms around his back and pulls him into an embrace. The mermaid playfully rubs her boobs against his chest as her beautiful, soft lips drift closer and closer to his right cheek…stopping just short of his ear.
“How do you like my boobs?” she playfully purrs, her soft lips dancing against his face. She pulls closer to his ear with a whisper. “Would you like to know how they feel around your cock?”
She lets the embrace linger for just a moment – relishing the feeling of Robert’s hardening cock against her lower half – before she releases. The mermaid lets herself drift back only slightly, coming to a stop just a few inches from Robert.
She giggles at the bulge in Robert’s pants, licking her lips with a suggestive gleam to her eyes.
Robert – Stamina: 7/7, Willpower: 5/7; Condition: Aqua-lung
(VulcanS: Yeah, sorry about the rolls. But I hope it’s been fun so far. I’m glad you liked the interlude!)Gage, Interlude
Gage crosses the bridge with relative ease – save the twinge of guilt for the guardsgirl’s apparent fate.
And as he crosses into the blinding blue energy of the second gate, he internally hopes for the guardsgirl’s well-being. The wrestler disappears into the gate, and silence overtakes the chamber. The bridge slowly settles from Gage’s swinging momentum. It hangs over the dark, dismal precipice.
And as the bridge finally comes to a rest, She draws a rumbling breath, taking Her time to speak.
“…humans…” She growls.Gage, Gate 2
Just seconds after stepping in through the gate, Gage is brought back to reality with a hard slap on his back.
He nearly jumps out of his stool – his stool?! – as his next world suddenly pops up before his eyes.
Gage regains awareness sitting at the bar of, from what he immediately registers, an old-timey saloon. His sudden surroundings freeze him in place as he takes it all in, starting with the presence to his left.
The wrestler finds a man that reeks of alcohol and disgust. He guffaws at an apparently hilarious joke, letting flecks of spit find themselves on his black handlebar mustache. His left hand sloshes a mug of beer back and forth just enough to lick the edges, but somehow never spill. His other hand quickly retracts from Gage’s back and toward his head to keep his cowboy hat on straight.
“So then she there just kissed him! Just like that!” he says, barking with laughter. “Knocked him clean
out. And then…and then she turns to me and asks if I can buy her a drink. And I’m like, ‘Gal, you need to do more than that
to impress me…”
Gage slowly tunes out the drunkard as his focus shifts elsewhere to the saloon illuminated by a setting sun.
A mustachioed bartender in a red bow-tie slowly works at polishing the bar to Gage’s right with plenty of liquor stocked behind him. A few folks are scattered throughout the dusty saloon: A gruff-looking group of cowboys is huddled to themselves with a deck of cards and small stacks of cash while a few others drink themselves away at some of the other tables. An off-key piano coughs a chipper tune. The song’s played by an older gentleman dressed in a garb matching that of the bartender.
Gage – Condition: NormalAlan, Gate 1
Now back in the twinkling forest, Alan decides to try and track the gummy pixie…Tracking! Class advantage: Ninja!
Roll = 74. Roll = 4. Success!
…he looks against the trees and brush for any gummy residue he can find. Alan meanders carefully for about a half-hour until he makes a breakthrough! He finds a dried piece of gum clumped against one of the trees.
Interestingly enough, the gum remains are large enough to be human-sized.
At first, Alan suspects he might be tracking the wrong bubblegum creature. But as his tracking continues, Alan finds more and more hints of bubblegum spread throughout the forest, and the ninja sticks with the path.
After an hour’s search, Alan’s search comes to an end when he sees the box.
He takes cover behind a nearby bush and observes the new development. He examines a small clearing in this twinkling midnight forest. Moonlight cascades onto the box almost perfectly , illuminating what Alan appraises to be a crude trap.
The crate is propped open by a twig attached to a string. Beneath the crate is a jeweled golden necklace of some sort. Alan’s eyes trace the rope to a bush on the other side of the clearing about ninety feet away, though there’s no telling who’s pulling the strings.
It’s quickly apparent who the trap is for.
Alan watches as the bubblegum fairy, roughly the size of a finger, flutters over toward the crate and lands gracefully on a single corner. From what Alan can see from this distance, she looks just as she did in Alyssa’s crystal ball. She balances on the crate like a butterfly as if considering what to do next. She takes her time with her thoughts, giving a considerable amount of looks at the booty beneath the crate as opposed to her immediate surroundings.
Alan remembers Alyssa’s advice about Rini’s growth capabilities. If she spoke true, then this plan is doomed to fail.
But then again, the trapster might not be aware of that.Rom, Gate 1
Rom’s mind melts into the vixen’s lips.
His thoughts suddenly become a darkened haze that swallows his consciousness whole. The kissing sensation remains as an image begins to form in his mind’s eye. It’s foggy at first, but the outline of a fair-skinned beauty begins to take shape.
Rom wades through his weaknesses in his struggle to see the girl…not knowing that he’s doing exactly
what the sexy villainess wants him to do.
He hears her echoing laughter, but doesn’t see the blonde in green. Instead, the image – not even one foot away – takes shape into that of a woman with a picturesque figure. A shapely bust contained by a black bikini top. The second piece of her garb laces around her shapely hips, showcasing her long, perfect legs. Rom watches as the woman slowly lifts her arms, clad in black stockings, away from her sides. She puffs out her busty chest in a seductive pose, and Rom’s unconscious mind follows the movement all the way up to her beautiful face.
Rom’s vision completely clears as his eyes drift over her luscious, plump, shining lips. She wears a pink lip gloss, painted onto lips curved into a lustful pout. Smoky makeup outlines her brilliant pink eyes that undress Rom from head to toe.
Dripping with sexuality in this darkened void, the beauty leans forward as to showcase her incredible bust…and her evolving form.
Small, demonic horns slowly take shape from her forehead, cleanly protruding from her flesh. She bends low. Blackened demonic wings unfurl their full wingspan to clouds of glittering fumes.
The shimmering perfume catches Rom in the face and dulls the projection with a spicy fragrance, but not before the winged woman slowly brings her hand up to her lips.
She gives her palm a nice…soft kiss…and blows.
A soft glowing heart slowly floats toward Rom, enveloping the helpless man’s world in a sea of pink. He feels as if he was struck by a soft breath, but the force is enough to send him falling gently backward, his fall softened by the sensations of kisses, all across his body.
Kisses…and breathy whispers. Breathy promises of more to come.
The hunter returns to awareness with a small gasp, staring at the ceiling of the facility.
He immediately sits up to the sounds of the continuous battle raging on around him. He’s slightly woozy from his hallucinatory experience – and is quickly reminded that it might not be over.
Standing just a few feet away from his prone form is the woman of his dreams. The Kiss Succubus.
Hands on her hips, the demonic woman puckers a kiss before rolling her tongue softly over her luscious lips. Her eyes do not mask her seductive, promiscuous intentions.
And she’s staring right at him.
Rom – Condition: Normal
(blob131: Compass is cool.)William, Gate 1
Guided by the compass, William takes to the nighttime streets of this place referred to as “Metropolips…”
The streets are winding and narrow, roughly cobbled together with cobblestone that occasionally appears patchwork. William also notes that the streets are very dirty
– in every sense of the word.
The tavern he was in turned out to be a hole-in-the-wall type of place embedded in something of a slum. The homes he passes are dilapidated well beyond repair, but the souls that live in them do not appear to give them much of a thought. He sees a man sitting against the frame of his front door dressed in only rags for a shirt. He was old and scraggly with mutterings just loud enough for William to hear.
“More…” the man breathes. His voice is very scratchy and dry. “…more…”
William looks closer with a frown. He recalls his studies as a mage and sees the signs of a soulless husk. The light is gone from the old man’s eyes.
A big, bright red lipstick mark on the man’s cheek denotes his fate.
The mage meanders through streets and alleys, dodging a few husks along the way. He eventually emerges from the slums and finds himself in something of a bustling marketplace.
A street sign labels the spacious area “Easttown,” beneath which another sign points the way westward toward several places, including Downtown, Outbound, and…the Luxuria.
William’s eyes shift to the scene before him. Ample torches are lit to illuminate the nightly bazaar. The square is bordered by all sorts of exotic merchants offering their wares, be it different foods, luxuries, armaments, clothing, jewelry – well-stocked, this bazaar is. Their stands are more toward the center of this large district where they are in the foreground of several businesses with established structures…including, William notices, an inn, apparently.
Crowds and crowds of people shuffle about the district buying wares from the merchants, forgoing sleep apparently for the local economy. But William is able to see over all of them to find something that could be an inn on the other side of the district from where he’s standing. The only indication he has is of a hanging signpost with the image of a bed carved into the wood.
He lowers his gaze and sees…two gorgeous, beautiful women.
Clad in scarves of gypsy lore, the exotic women are also on the other side of the district. They stride easily through the crowds of people like a hot knife through butter. Reactions to their presence are mixed: While many men and women, he notices, openly stare at the women, other cautious fellows shift their gaze to their business, letting them pass.
The women are unperturbed, guiding a young gentleman by his hands to another establishment down the way from the possible inn. They guide him through a door beneath a signpost marked only by a carved, bolded letter M.
William – Condition: NormalMark, Gate 1
Growling at this turn of events, Mark aims to cut the door down!Attack! Roll = It’s a door. Success!
Drakefang connects with the teasing message, and the resulting explosion sends Mark sailing backward off his feet!One Stamina damage.
Tough! Roll = 38. Success! Damage ignored!
The force of the blow sends Mark splayed out against the red carpet roughly ten feet away from the door. Catching his breath, Mark grits his teeth and retrieves Drakefang, inspecting the damage to the door – if any.
The smoke clears to reveal the doors are in the same shape they were in before. The message, however, has instead changed to something of a pink pair of large, shimmering lips encircled by a heart. Mark growls at his misfortune...not immediately aware of a presence behind him…
“Aw…you’re no fun!” a playful voice whines.
Mark spins around in a combat stance, turning to find his bane.
She is certainly a midara, if the black horns and matching devil tail were any indication. If not, then certainly her eyes – with lovely pink irises framed by eyes a darker shade – are convincing enough for Mark.
The dragon warrior feels a familiar lightness in his heart at the girl’s impossible beauty. Pretty pink hair tickles her shoulders as she leans forward. Her lips, painted a glistening fuchsia, are pressed into a teasing pout as she drifts her chest lower, giving Mark a dizzying glance at her ample cleavage. With her hands leaned against her black miniskirt for her seductive pose, the girl’s massive breasts seem barely contained by her bubblegum tank top.
“Think you’re so tough?” she starts, licking her lips. Her mouth shimmers with a soft glow at the touch of her tongue. She winks. “Let’s see what you think after I’ve had my way with you!”
Mark – Condition: NormalKirito, Gate 1
As Kirito barks his questions, the Dreamcatcher tries to break free from under the bed!Dream Logic! Roll = 30. Success!
One Willpower damage. Kirito’s Willpower is now 7.
As Alexis wriggles and squirms beneath the mattress, Kirito feels he has the upper hand…at least, until the bed suddenly slumps lifeless beneath his weight. The upside-down bed completely flattened out, leaving Kirito bewildered and looking about the room for where the Dreamcatcher might be.
A strong hand pulls at his right shoulder, nearly toppling him off the overturned bed. The young man is suddenly turned into the Dreamcatcher’s soft, smooth body, stunned briefly by her warm embrace…and her plump, luscious lips crashing into his.
His eyes widen as the Dreamcatcher catches him in her seductive vice. She plants several kisses on his lips, painting his mouth with a pretty pink lipstick that tastes of sweet, sweet cherries…
A familiar drowsiness returns. Much like when Kirito was previously dowsed with the pink clouds of smoke, the Dreamcatcher’s kisses sap the swordsman’s strength, but with much greater intensity. Within moments, Kirito feels the world begin to swim. She grins into the kiss; her tongue pries into his mouth with little resistance as Kirito’s eyes droop lower and lower…getting sleepier…and sleepier…
Kirito wakes up with a start back in his bed.
The room looks as it did when he first entered. The bed is turned in the correct fashion, the sheets are in order…and there’s a beautiful woman sitting at the base of the bed.
Alexis flashes him a teasing look. “Aw…did someone fall asleep again? Poor baby,” she playfully coos. She drifts a hand over his leg. “Silly you, all you have to do is hit me one more time and…!”
She suddenly stops, bringing both of her hands to her lips with a horrified look. She looks at Kirito without moving, letting an awkward silence hang thickly in the air.
Kirito – Stamina: 5/5, Willpower: 7/9; Condition – NormalZeal, Gate 1
Rational thought slips away from Zeal’s mind…Hypnosis check! Roll = 75. Failure! Zeal is Hypnotized!
…he begins to muster what’s left of his psychic energy, hopeful for maybe one more attack. But the song from the siren’s treasure chest urges him to submit…to give up…give in…and Zeal listens to its hypnotic melodies, slumping into the siren’s body as they float deeper and deeper into the water.
The siren continues to kiss the young man, only pausing to slowly turn him around. She then coils her body around his, pressing her breasts into his back and turning his head to meet her lips…Siren’s Final Seduction! Zeal is Hypnotized. Success!
One Willpower damage. Zeal’s Willpower is now 0.
Zeal is Defeated!
…and kisses him softly, trailing kisses up the length of his face until her mouth reaches his ear. Her lithe hand is gripped around his cock as she slowly strokes it up and down, up and down. The rhythm mirrors the couple’s slow descent into the depths of the siren’s cavernous pool.
The siren pauses only to relish the moment: She knows she has him trapped under her spell, caught with her kisses and song. Zeal’s body gives into her pleasurable stroking, fully relaxing against the watery vixen. Slowly but surely, the psychic is running out of air…but the siren plans to take her time.
“I knew you would like my music box…” she whispers, kissing his ear softly. Her voice is crystal clear despite the depths. “…do you like way my lips feel? With…each…kiss…” She pauses to give him soft kisses on his face one…by…one. “...you become more and more enthralled by my beauty and my lips…”
Zeal’s air is running thin now. The psychic visibly struggles as oxygen runs low, but this only prompts the siren to shift her position. She drags her smooth, sexy body across Zeal’s, being sure to drag her breasts down the lengths of his chest…over his abdomen…and against his cock, nearly prompting him to burst. She grabs his throbbing member, staring at it with awe and admiration before looking to his eyes with a lustful hunger.
“…sweet dreams…” she sings. She then looks back to Zeal’s cock, slowly wrapping her lips around the shaft before painting it with her lipstick.
The warmth of her mouth with the rising suffocation is enough to send Zeal immediately over the edge. He cums inside her mouth, and the siren continues to pump him with her plump, soft lips up and down, and again, and again, and again…faster and faster…urging Zeal to release his everything to her with her sweet, sweet lips.
He empties, quickly blacking out under the pressure of her lips. Bubbles float out of his mouth to signal his drowning defeat. The siren finishes her blowjob with a content smile, licking any remains from her lips before floating upward to meet Zeal’s unconscious face.
The siren plants a soft kiss on his lips and drifts a hand along his cheek. She looks at him with love, lust and everything in between.
Content, the beautiful blonde floats back to the surface…leaving Zeal to his bubbly fate…
Zeal – Condition: Kissed Out! (LipsInfinity: I’ll update yours with the next post. You can either make a new character or you can continue with Zeal. Any preference?)