Gale vs. Lips (Smacker & Wet Kisser!)

Despite how breathless the kiss left him, actually landing a solid hit on the monster gives Gale enough confidence to press the attack

[Gust Toss- Wet Kisser]

Roll to Make Action: 6, 98 (Crit Success)
Gust Toss: 99 (Crit Fail)
Strip n' Grind: 14 (Crit Success)

Gale just couldn't catch a break. Perhaps it was the stickiness he'd accrued so far, or the way those sluggy ladies were batting their eyes and kissing the air at him, but for the first time since the start of the battle, he misses his mark, HARD. Gust goes flying, misses the Wet Kisser by about 3 feet, then curves and lands somewhere in another cave nearby. At least it didn't fly out to sea...

Seeing as he's now defenseless, his flirty attackers make their move.

"I've been wanting to do this since I first laid eyes on you...~"
"You 'first laid eyes on him' 15 minutes ago!" the Smacker laughs, elbowing her friend, "but I can't say I don't feel the same way. C'mere, hot stuff~!"

The adventurer cringes as the monsters surge towards him with greater speed than they should have--in mere moments, they're upon him, leaning against him, pressing their bodies into him, and caressing his body. Then, in one fell swoop (and with more lilting laughter and lewd comments than he'd prefer to hear), they yank his flower-patterned shorts to the ground. He desperately grabs to pick them up, but that only plays into their hands. The Wet Kisser jumps up and forces herself through the hem of his shirt, pressing her squishy, gelid body into his chest--and a pair of plump, puckered lips against his pecs, over and over, while slowly sliding the piece of clothing off his torso. As disturbing as it is, he doesn't fight back.

Eventually, everything is stripped off him except his boxers--and judging by the way the pair are licking their lips and beaming at him, those wouldn't stay on for much longer, either.

Gale: 11 (Disrobed, ~Sticky~ 8 (Level 3: Target must make a normal roll to Act this turn))
Smacker: 10 (Disadvantaged x2)
Wet Kisser: 6 (Loving Licks: 1 turn left)

(Even if we're both enjoying how quickly this is breaking down, I'm sorry for all your bad luck! Even in my Beguiling Boa RPs, it was mostly just how strong Esmeralda's base moves were, not a continuous series of Crits stacked against you )

(no kidding loll)
"Okay, this couldn't possibly get any worse!" The sheer humiliation at being bested by the two slug-like monsters was enough to make him want to turn tail at this point (not even to mention the slimy full-body service just received. All the same, he attempts to collect himself and get back in the fight

Wipe

Wipe: 3
Sluggy Embrace: 75 (Fail)
Loving Licks: 40 (Success)

So much saliva and lipstick has covered Gale's body that his efforts at cleaning it off actually sort of work--now, he's only modestly drenched in either substance. Obviously, this comes at a cost; although he readily shoves the Smacker away from his newly-naked body, he cannot stop the Wet Kisser's slavering prehensile tongue from painting a new layer on his bare skin. It presses itself, hot and soggy, against his torso, licking up and down, up and down, teasing just barely above the band of his boxers before molesting his collarbone. With no protective layer against the soaking of his skin, the paralyzing effect of her saliva becomes even more evident. His muscles stiffen (alongside something else)...now he couldn't escape even if he wanted to.

Gale: 9 (Disrobed, Disadvantaged, ~Sticky~ 6)
Smacker: 10 (Disadvantaged x2)
Wet Kisser: 6 (Loving Licks cooldown: 3 turns left)

"A-ah..." as Gale feels his body begin to lock up from the paralyzing saliva, his mind wanders back to his time with Esmeralda. Maybe being wrapped up again (albeit a lot more slimy this time) wouldn't be so bad...

Shaking his head, Gale pushes the temptation aside and tries to refocus

[Retrieve Gust, Gust Charge if successful, Tempest Vent- Wet Kisser if not]

Retrieve Gust: 78
Gust Charge: Auto
Sluggy Embrace: 36, 55 (Success)
Smoooch!: 89, 76 (Success)

Though Gale manages to retrieve his weapon, his focus on stalling and buffing dooms him (even if it's reasonable, considering his condition). In his stupor, he gives the two lovely monsters a free hit.

"Ooh, I just can't wait anymore!! C'mere, handsome! Momma's gonna give you some L~O~V~I~N~!"

The Smacker launches herself forward with a feral, flustered ferocity that topples the adventurer to the floor. Her lips come pre-puckered; the moment she has him pinned, she's all over him, pocking wet, hot stains across any un-stained patch of skin she can find. Sun-soaked sand covets his back as he's caressed with lips and tongue. His heart rate spikes with each display of affronting, lipstick and saliva-laden affection--and it only gets worse as the Wet Kisser waltzes over to him, bending down, smirking, and planting a big wet one right on the front of his underwear. Now, the warmth and wetness are palpable; he can't help but moan as the outline of his cock and balls is pressed, massaged, and suckled by gargantuan lips, a teasing shadow of what would happen if those boxer shorts were to come undone...

As much as he doesn't want to admit it, the hero is most certainly doomed...though, subconsciously, he might've done that already by not putting his clothes back on~

Gale: 6 (Deeply Bound, ~Sticky~ 2, Disrobed)
Smacker: 10 (Disadvantaged x2)
Wet Kisser: 6 (Loving Licks Cooldown: 2 turns left)

(Sensuous Suckle is only 1 turn away from being a possibility...Gale better hope he can win this weighted roll )

The assault came so fast, Gale barely had time to react!

Agh why is this happening!?
The wind mage thinks as he's rendered helpless against the amorous slug monsters once more. Whether the cause was bad luck or not, he's about ready to give up and just accept the fact that he doesn't stand a chance against the pair (and maybe never did.) But maybe, just maybe, if he could slip out of this slimy prison, he could somehow turn the tide? Although the Wet Kisser's assault on his lower body is making the alternative seem very tempting...

[Struggle, Gust Toss if successful]

Struggle: 89, 34 (Fail)
Sluggy Embrace: Continued
Grope: 45 (Fail)
Disrobe: 56 (Success)

Alas, there is no hope for Gale. Between the one laying her warm, squishy body on top of his, staring at him so sweetly, and the other squeezing and stroking his thighs, pressing her soft-as-sin lips against his crotch, preparing him for his inevitable defeat, he's in no position to think about resisting their charms, let alone actually try. It's obvious, now more than ever: he's lost.

"Giving up already?" the Smacker whispers, running her hands along his arms, "I don't blame you~ When you feel what we can REALLY do with these bad girls, you'll wish you never even bothered fighting us~"

All the hero can do is pant. He tries to struggle, but the grasping hands and humid breath tempting him drain him of all will to resist.

Meanwhile, down below...

...He can feel something tugging at the hem of his boxers.

"You won't need these anymore, trust me~"

It hits him all at once. What would happen if he lost here, now. What they would do to him...Gale finally finds it in him to fight back. He thrashes his body from side to side, trying to kick the Wet Kisser away--but it's far, far too late. His body is too limp with pleasure, with warmth (and some slight paralysis) to do anything.

In fact...his attempt only aids the slug monster in finally ridding him of his last article of clothing, his last bastion of protection against the two--his boxers were already down past his waist, and all she needed to do was--

*sliiiiiip*

...pull them off completely.

Gale lies there, terrified, yet also insanely, embarrassingly arounds. The Smacker on top of him leans to the side, giving him enough vision to see her companion's fat, dripping-wet marine blues positioned just over the tip of his pulsing erection. She kisses the air. His length twitches...

Gale: 5 (Naked, ~Sticky~ 3, Deeply Bound)
Smacker: 10 (Disadvantaged x2)
Wet Kisser: 6

Gale lets out a yelp at being exposed and teased.

Breathing heavily in embarrassment and arousal, Gale is all but subdued by the two Lips'. At this point the only thing that motivated his struggle was the humiliation at being overwhelmingly defeated so easily. Summoning the last of his strength, he gives it one more go

[Struggle, redress if successful]

Struggle: 24, 51 (Fail)
Sensuous Suckle: Auto


It's simply no use. He's too flustered, too weakened...and perhaps, too excited for what's about to happen, to push either of them off. In the end, all he can manage is to close his eyes, wimpering, knowing what's to come...

"That's it, hot stuff...just lie down and let us work our magic~"

"Mmhm~!"

He cringes at their words. They're so shameless about it...again, his mind wanders back to that night in the cove...Esmeralda...how she took him, no, ravaged him, sucked him bone dry...and how he loved every second of it. And now, his two saucy opponents didn't even need Love Magic to disarm him. Had he really grown so weak...?

Or...did he LIKE this...?

"A-AHH!"

He can't help but exclaim as the Wet Kisser takes him into her mouth--then down, down down, until even the base of his cock is fully submerged in the plush haven of those large, curvy lips. Then up again. And down. So agonizingly slowly, until he's gasping, and panting, and quivering with each suckle, each stroke of her tongue against his shaft and balls.

When the one on top of him cups his cheeks, and pulls him in for another loving, sensuous kiss...this time, he purses his lips too.

*Smooooooooooooch!*

(Gale has surrendered! The Smacker and Wet Kisser have won!)

(Again, I'm up for a little extra RP scene if you want  Would be a waste if we didn't explore what those huge, sultry lips can REALLY do...)

(fine by me!)

As Gale's resistance is finally worn away, he fully gives himself over to the sensation. As he meekly writhes against the two monsteresses, the wind mage dutifully kisses the Smacker back, involuntarily wrapping his arms around the Lips' slimy body as she forces her tongue against his.

The once-quiet beach quickly fills with the cacophony of a now very eager threesome: the Smacker  forces her lips over her kissing partner's face in a dozen different ways, both to further overwhelm him and to make sure he's at least equally as covered in her lipstick as he is by her partner's. His eyes nearly roll into the back of his head when she forces a particularly deep lip lock; she hugs him tight while her tongue effortlessly dominates his, marking its territory with a thin sheen of saltwater taffy saliva that Gale couldn't get enough of...

He trembles at the sheer sensation of the Wet Kisser's suckling--slow and steady, but powerful strokes that nearly drove him insane. It was so wet, and hot...but it wasn't enough! He needed more, faster! His hips have a mind of their own, bucking hard against the perfect pucker going down on him--

*schhhhluck*

"H-hngh!"

--Only for it to stop! She pulled away, leaving his lipstick-covered cock to throb without any form of relief. He can't even voice his displeasure; his moans don't make it through the other set of puffy, pillowy lips covering his mouth. He can only cringe as the wind blows coolly on his sensitive shaft and swollen balls, nowhere close to sate his neediness.

"Nope~! We do it my way or the highway, big boy--either we go at my pace, or none of this--"

*Smooch*

She plants a suckling kiss on his aching crown. His fingernails dig so hard into his palms that he might've drawn blood.

"--for you. Got it~?"

Gale struggles in defiance at the Wet Kisser's words before realizing it's a fruitless endeavor.

When the Smacker finally lets their mouths part, all Gale can do to resist is give a frustrated "Tch..." and an embarrassed look away, not wanting to give the Wet Kisser the satisfaction of him begging despite how desperately his throbbing member craved release