Jack the Spellcrafter vs. Lips (and Kisser!)

Jack was never one for traditional magic ever since he learned the power of glyphs. Only occasionally attending a class or two on standard magics in Heliodor--and even then, usually just to see if he could incorporate spell types into his glyph fusing--he preferred to spend his time making perfect with practice, rather than simple studying. That meant he needed lots and lots of space (spells can be messy things, after all). Luckily, he knew just the place to go: the Manglegrove! It was both quiet and secluded, allowing him to practice in peace, away from prying eyes and tattletales.

Today was like any other day; he packed up his things, headed out into the forest, found a nice, cozy spot to lay down--the waterfall past the wetscrub patch was particularly appealing...all that was left was to bring out the materials he needed for glyph-making.

...Perhaps it was something about how nice it was this afternoon, but he didn't feel the need to start his work quite yet. He'd listen to the rushing of the water a few minutes more...

--- A BIT MORE THAN A FEW MINUTES LATER ---

*chu...*

Jack opens an eyelid, thinking he heard something, then closes it again. It's probably just his imagination...

...

*chu...chu...smooch.....*

...?

*chu-chu...chu-chu...chuuuuu-pa!*

"Okay, seriously, what is that--"

"Hey there, handsome~"

Jack's eyes shoot wide open. He doesn't recognize that voice, nor does he like that tone...

Looking to his right, he's face to face with a grotesque (or at the very least, *bizarre*-looking) creature with the plumpest pucker he'd ever seen! It--she?--continues to make kissy noises, directed entirely towards him, and slithers closer...much closer than he'd like. He pulls himself up off the ground and into a defensive stance. The slug thing only chuckles to herself, and points to something behind him.

"Oh yeah, like I'd fall for tha--HRK!"

Before he can finish his sentence, he feels something--no, someone--leap up and press a hot, wet peck against his neck. Well, if they had a normal mouth, it'd be just his neck...but judging by the sheer softness, wetness, and thickness of whatever's sucking on his skin right now, it's probably another one of these...things, come to harass him. It takes him longer than it should to come to his senses and shake the monster off, and already, he can feel his cheeks flushing in a little more than embarrassment...

"Like that, hmm?" the other slug creature sashays into sight, her covetous lips a hot pink that makes him realize how utterly obvious the mark on his skin (and shirt...) is. "Let us have our way, cutie, and you'll remember night for *years* to come~"

Jack flinches, his baggy pants feeling unusually tight all of a sudden. Coming to, he splutters and rifles through his bag, pulling out his stencil, parchment and ink.

"Why me..."

As jack readies a piece of parchment, he brushes a hand across the sticky mark on his neck. Seeing how easily it stained his hand caused him to shudder, and his face to grow a deeper red as the implications of this encounter became even clearer. A heavy sigh leaves him as he mutters “why does everything go in this world where lipstick?” Though behind the annoyance is a noticeable twinge of fear. He figured if he were going to get out of this with his dignity at least somewhat intact, he would have to be smart about this. Eyes still locked on the two full lipped slug ladies, Jack tries to play defensive and keep them talking so he can attempt to lead with an intermediate glyph. Leaning down, slowly, without breaking eye contact, he places the shield stencil on the ground and begins to trace the pattern

“So, are you two this friendly with everyone that passes through here?” He says sarcastically, running his finger through the grooves, tracing the pattern. Though he tries to watch them as he draws, for a moment, his eyes shifted downwards…

Shield

Charge Glyph: Auto

"Hee hee...we're not THAT desperate, you know," the Kisser giggles, lidding her stalk eyes lasciviously. Her friend closes the gap, now only a foot away from the fledgling mage.

"Yeah, this is a special, limited-time offer that only handsome young adventurers like you. So order now, while we're still in stock~!"

Jack: 30 (Shield: Ready to Cast)
Lips: 10
Kisser: 10

As the lips closed in, Jack could see the shine of whatever substance coated her impressive pout and felt his face go even redder. The all too familiar scent of lipstick flooded his senses and caused butterflies to flutter in his stomach. Their teasing words start to bounce around in his head and the warm, sticky lipstick coating his neck wasn’t exactly helping him think. Desperation sets in as he puts the finishing touches on his shield spell.

“Sorry ladies, but unfortunately, this sale ends now!” He exclaims before slapping his had down on the glyph. He worries he rushed it a bit, but as the lips bears down on him, it’s now or never!

Shield

Shield: 28
Smoooch!: 29
Loving Licks: 41

The two slug gals realized too late what Jack was doing--before they could unleash their affection, the spellcrafter's glyph activates, forming a solid shackle of ice around him and blowing the both of them back.

"Hmph! Playing hard to get?"
"That's just fine by us, hot stuff!"

Gale: 30 (Shielded - 1)
Lips: 10
Kisser: 10

As his shield protects him from any more unwanted lip service, he releases a breath he didn't know he was holding. No time to relax however. this spell wasn't the most stable, and already cracks were starting to form in the surface. The two slimy assailants seemed undeterred, and he swallowed nervously, as his eyes darted back and forth between the two pink pouts.

two against one was daunting, so Jack quickly leans back down and draws a plant glyph, planning to temporarily even the odds by using some vines to keep the kisser at a safe distance, if only for a little bit.

Plant

Plant: 85 (Fail)
Sticky Bind: 97 (Crit Fail)
Smoooch!: 32 (Success)

The duo of huge-lipped monsters quickly figure out Jack's method of attack, and rush to interrupt him before he could fire off another spell--unfortunately for them, in their eagerness to assault their prey with smooches and gropes galore, they stumble over one another. But not before the Kisser pops a fat, wet, sloppy one all over the mage's face...

...Or rather, the coating of ice that protects him. Although grateful for not being slathered in lipstick, Jack is still pretty flustered by seeing how firmly and completely that massive pucker pressed against the translucent shield. If that hit me...

Realizing that prolonging her failed attack would only waste more time, the slug gal sighs and pushes herself off the mage. The heated passion of the unsuccessful liplock was not to be underestimated, though; it's enough to melt the shielding frost to nothing.

The three of them were stuck at an impasse. No one had really succeeded this turn, but would this stalemate hold?

Jack: 30
Lips: 10 (Disadvantaged)
Kisser: 10

(at least this isn't going as ridiculously poorly for Jack as it did for Gale XP)

as the kiss shatters his defenses, jacks face pales. with his shield gone, there's nothing standing between him and a face full of lipstick. he doubts they would sit idly by while he takes the time to draw out another pattern, so he relies on the basics, this time going for an ice attack. Drawing out the required shape, he activates the glyph, planning to conjure a frozen stalagmite of sorts to get a solid hit in on at least one of them. still feeling the hot pink lipstick staining his neck and clothes, he targets the kisser once more.

Ice

(Yeah, fr. Shocked nobodys gotten a hit in yet lol)

Ice: 84 (Success)
Loving Licks: 49 (Fail)
Blown Kiss: 5 (Crit Fail)

Luckily, Jack's quick thinking (and stenciling) are enough to stop his opponents from dishing out any more lippy love this turn: in particular, the poor Kisser. Right as she's about to blow a real whopper of a smooch, the stalagmite hits her right in the--er, well, kisser. The Lips decides not to stick out her tongue, in fear of getting it stuck.

Jack: 30
Lips: 10 (Disadvantaged)
Kisser: 9 (Disadvantaged)

At this point, Jacks fear is starting to wane, and his confidence is growing. "I hate to be rude, but does this routine usually work out for you guys? I might have to give you guys a free hit if this keeps up!" he says, gaining an air of cocky bravado (even though he's only landed one real hit). He reaches in his bag and pulls out another stencil. If things keep going the way they have been, he might escape relatively unmarked. Deciding to risk another mid tier spell, he starts drawing out the pattern for lightning!

Lightning

(Just as a suggestion, I think the more complicated spells have a few too many risks for not too much reward; I'd recommend the intermediate spells be auto-successes instead of needing a roll to complete, and have the Crit effects be something you roll for instead. Otherwise Jack's just kind of leaving himself open to attack (although that might be intentional on somebody's part )

Lightning: Drawing (1/1)
Loving Licks: 47, 20 (Success)
Smoooch!: 33, 45 (Fail)

"You'd be surprised," the Kisser chuckles, "it's really easy to let your guard down, you know..."

"Yeah, like right about now~"

*Sluuuuuuuurp!*

With his stencil and his pad in his hands, there's no possible way for Jack to stop the onslaught of the Lips's tongue in time without completely mucking up his glyphs. And so, he can only stand there and take it as she draws it all the way up his pants, stomach, and chest before nearly knocking his instruments out of his hands on the way back to her mouth. He cringes and shivers. Suddenly, his writing hand is feeling a little stiff...

Jack: 29 (Lightning: Castable, Disadvantaged, ~Sticky~ 1)
Lips: 10 (Disadvantaged)
Kisser: 9 (Disadvantaged)

(it was totally intentional i can neither confirm nor deny if this vulnerability was intentional or not )

The hot, slick, wetness of the tongue caused jack to instantly lose any sense of confidence he had, as saliva drips down off his body, his head starts swimming, and any thought he had of offense was replaced with a mix of disgust and arousal. his already drawn glyph was entirely forgotten in comparison to his instinct telling him to wipe the sticky spit off of his clothes.

Wipe

Wipe: 3
Sticky Hold: 64, 17 (Success)
Smoooch!: 18, 45 (Success)

His sudden loss of composure proved to be his downfall, for his frantic wiping left him entirely vulnerable to the duo's next set of attacks. Slithering right behind him, the Lips hops up onto Jack's back, forcing his arms behind his shoulders with a deceptively strong grip.

"Not so cocky now, are you, pretty boy~? Don't worry, my friend here's got just what you need..."

"I've been waiting for this...pucker up~! Mmmmm...!"

The Kisser saunters over smugly, and, with her prey nicely restrained, decides to tease him a little. She purses her luscious, gloss-laden lips, making a soft *smack* with each mock kiss, savoring the flustered blush and fearful grimace for just a second more before going in for the kill. A fat, wet, hot-pink pucker presses flush against Jack's face, concealing more than half of it in a soft, warm, damp embrace. The suction practically puckers his own lips, and forces him to share an intimate smooch with the slug, even as the moist, tacky lipstick seeps onto his face. But it doesn't end quickly; oh no, she really puts on a show, moaning and suckling and hemming and hawing until finally, she pulls away with a *pop*. Whatever mess he managed to get off his legs is entirely replaced by the one on his face. The two smoochers make their way back in front of him, a much more salacious air to their dispositions now. A burning warmth washes over his freshly-kissed skin...

Jack: 28 (~Sticky~ 1)
Lips: 10 (Disadvantaged)
Kisser: 9 (Disadvantaged)

With eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head at the kissers attack, it was no surprise that kiss left him panting. Between the undeniable growth forming in his undergarments and the shame that comes with it, this is looking a bit more problematic. Jack is really starting to regret that “free hit” comment from earlier. Now with even more hot pink paint smeared across his skin, his mind is really starting to get fuzzy. Realizing he’d likely have to deal with his foes before cleaning himself off, he resolves to attempt to even the odds once more, hastily drawing out a plant glyph, trying to bind the kisser that had just violated his lips.

He looks at the two standing before him, sultry looks still gracing their faces, and those downright devious weapons they called lips glistening in the sunlight. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take. As he prepares to launch the spell, he closes his eyes and in a probably futile attempt to sound intimidating he manages through dry vocal chords to shout “if it’s all the same with you, I came here to practice!”

Plant

Plant: 3, 95 (Crit Fail) (lucky guy...I mean ouch xd)
Lip Sandwich: 32, 96 (Crit Success)

The duo are totally unfazed by Jack's accusative tone. In fact, it only seems to spur them on in their teasing.

"Oh, practice? Don't worry, hot stuff, we'll give you PLENTY of it~"
"And what better time to start than now?"

The mage takes a step back, then another, but his wobbly legs don't let him move fast enough to outpace the slugs. They pout their lips, humming sweetly, closing the gap between him and them, until...

*Smooooooooch!*

...They spring up, grope his arms, and plant two of the fattest, wettest slobberknockers on either side of his cheeks. The mage is totally overwhelmed by the attack, nearly going limp as his assaulters alternate between suckling sweetly on the side of his neck, the edge of his jaw, and the lobes of his ears and tonguing his skin softly. A warm, tingling feeling trails from his head, spreading all throughout his torso and throughout his entire body, flooding mostly into his crotch. If the threat of smooching hadn't already stirred something down there, it has now.

He doesn't even fight it as they both continue to smooch, smack, and giggle to themselves for the longest minute of his life. By the time they relent and end their attack on the cleanliness of his face, he has to close his legs to hide his embarrassment...

Jack: 23 (~Sticky~ 3)
Lips: 10 (Disadvantaged)
Kisser: 9 (Disadvantaged).

Jack sits there between them, dazed, mind spinning and trying in vain to keep a level head. If you could see any skin beneath the lipstick it would be absolutely beet red with a mix of humiliation and arousal. The double ended assault left him so dizzy that he probably couldn’t even manage to draw a smiley face let alone a glyph to get him  out from between the two scandalous slugs. His legs are so unstable he’s barely able to stand on his own at this moment, and all of his concentration is going to keeping them firmly locked together, so as not to further egg on his amorous captors. He raises his hands to reach for his face in a lousy attempt to wipe off some of the ick that the ladies had left on him.

“That…is not…what I meant…” he manages to gasp out between deep breaths.

Wipe

Wipe: 1
Grope: 58 (Success)
Sluggy Embrace: 70 (Success)

Jack wipes at his face, to no avail. The sheer stick of the stuff ensures it'll take more than a simple wiping to get off. For now, the three massive lipstick stains continue to mar his face (and dignity).

Again, his panic leaves him wide open. The slug monsters don't even have to be quick about their next moves, they just sashay their way over and do their thing. An unmanly yelp slips past the mage's lips as something soft wraps around the tent pitched in his pants.

"Ooh, is this all for us? How thoughtful of you~"

He can't even look down. Seeing one of them squeezing his erection would just be too much...instead, he simply rides out the humiliating tingling until she relents.

Just in time for her partner in crime to make her move...

In an instant, Jack is tackled to the ground, chest heavy with a warm, damp presence. Now, he looks straight into the lips--the EYES--of the Kisser, who seems very happy about this turn of events.

Jack: 22 (Bound, ~Sticky~ 3)
Lips: 10 (Disadvantaged)
Kisser: 9 (Disadvantaged)

As the kisser rests atop him, Jack starts to become overwhelmed by the sensations flooding though him. Between the sticky marks adorning his flesh and the chemicals rushing through his lower half, it’s a miracle he hasn’t passed out from excitement. He loses himself for a moment, caught staring at the vibrant pink lips in bearing down on him. Still reeling from the fondling that the lips gave him, and now stranded beneath the kisser with nothing but her massive smooches on the horizon, a shot of adrenaline manages to burst through the haze as he struggles to worm his way out from underneath her.

Struggle

Struggle: 9 (Crit Fail) (three in a row, yeesh 0_0)
Blown Kiss: 67 (Fail)
Smoooch!: 12 (Crit Success)

Jack is tense, panting, squirming for anything he could do to escape this bind. Between the flirty comments of his enemies and the vivid flashbacks to the night that gave him such a profound weakness to enticing lips, he's brought to full blown panic. But then...then the Kisser pinning him down coos to him. Strokes his still-sticky cheek. Lifts a finger to her pillow-plush lips.

"Shhh..."

And all of a sudden, he feels the fight leaving him. His breath slowing...

...When she leans in to give him what, he knows, deep down, he wants...he can't help but lean in too.

*Mmm-chuuuuu...~*

It's different from the other ones. Sure, it's still warm, tacky, and unspeakably moist; but it's soft, softer than it should be, given how lustful these slug monsters are. It's like...a kiss. A real, gentle kiss. He's so awestruck that when her thick, meaty tongue prods at his mouth, asking for entry, he barely even resists. Quickly, his own is enveloped in a hot, wet hug, and is led along in a tonsil tango. He gasps and splutters, gripping the grass just to hold onto anything, eyes tearing up as a kind of desire he'd tried to bury all those nights ago flooded him again. He moans. She does, too.

Even when he feels his lungs about to burst, he still can't bring himself to end the kiss. He's too weak to. It's only when the Kisser breaks with a noisy *POP* that would be obnoxious to anyone who hadn't just been given the french kiss of a lifetime that he gets the air he desperately needs. Hyperventilating, he can't help but stare at her hot pink pucker, flushed and wide-eyed.

What the hell was that?

Jack: 20 (Bound, ~Sticky~ 5)
Lips: 10 (Disadvantaged)
Kisser: 9 (Disadvantaged)

(I think Crit Fails on struggle rolls mean you pass a turn? Up to you on whether you think that's fair or not )

(That’s awesome I mean, if those are the rules I wouldn’t dare question it )

Jack wanted to struggle, especially after that, he wants to ask what the hell they’re playing at, but that last attack was so intense it quite literally left him breathless. As oxygen returned to his lungs, he couldn’t even think about escaping her hold. He barely even registered the taste, he was just happy to be able to breathe again. With how weak his struggles were getting he had to ask himself, was he even trying anymore? As he made eye contact with the kisser and stole a glance at the lips, his brain screams at him to fight back but at this moment, between the lack of air, and all the sticky lipstick impeding his movement, his body was just a bit too heavy to jostle right now…

Pass

Pass: Auto
Loving Licks: 98 (Crit Success)
Sluggy Embrace: Auto

"Was it as good for you as it was for me~?" the Kisser murmurs, caressing her captive's cheek. He shivers, avoiding her gaze, knowing that if he answered her, he might say something he'd regret. Staying quiet only meant he had more time and thought to focus on the thick film of tacky lipstick coating all sides of his face, and how warm and pleasurable it felt...

Which only left him open, yet again. He doesn't expect it when she slithers off him--then immediately shoves under his shirt, grabbing and groping his lithe body as she pleases. He groans. Though they're not actually kissing him, the feeling of her lips brushing softly against his chest is...aggravatingly flustering.

The forgotten partner in this incredibly lewd crime is starting to get impatient--she's not going to sit idly by while her friend has all the fun! With lustful determination, she slithers right up to Jack's baggy pants...

*liiiiiick*

...and tongues the very front of them. He tries (and fails) to suppress the buck of his hips as his erection, even within the confines of his legwear, is thoroughly suckles and toyed with.

He can't handle it. The heat, the pressure, the sloppy wetness...it's like he doesn't have anything on at all down there, and she's just slurping him, over and over, waiting for him to break. He moans. His hands tear some grass out of the soil as his whole body shakes. But suddenly, the feeling, the ecstasy isn't there anymore. He almost says something, then flushes an even brighter red and presses his mouth shut.

"I think he really liked that one~"

Jack: 19 (Deeply Bound, ~Sticky~ 7 --> 2)
Lips: 10 (Disadvantaged)
Kisser: 9 (Disadvantaged, Empowered)

The sudden shock of the kisser getting handsy, plus the feeling of the thick, sloppy tongue thoroughly coating his lower half is enough to break jack out of the daze from the kisses. somehow, he finds the strength to move again.

His mind is torn as to what course of action is best however. Attempting to pull the kisser out of his shirt might just spur her on, and the last thing he needed was to entice them further, but if he didn't free himself from the slug currently teasing his upper body, his currently unoccupied face was completely defenseless to another wet kiss attack from the lips. After all, the kisser had been the one handing out smooches like candy bars and before she took her tongue to his crotch he could see that the lips was getting impatient. regardless, he couldn't just do nothing. there was little stopping the lips from reaching his vulnerable mouth anyway, so what does he have to lose. despite his legs being all but non functional from the licking he'd just received, his upper body still moved as his arms found their way against the fabric of his shirt, attempting to push the kisser out.

"I think you two have had enough fun!" he shouts, rallying what little strength he could muster in a feeble attempt to free himself.

Struggle

Struggle: 65, 71 (Fail)
Smoooch!: 44 (Success)
Sluggy Embrace: Continued
Blown Kiss: 34 (Empowered Success)

With a hop, the Lips lands right in front of the young mage, a smirk on her sassy, succulent lips. "Really? Is that what you think? We haven't even begun~!"


*Buchuuu~*

The moment she stops talking, she puts her words into action--her mouth purses into a plush, loving kiss, and despite his renewed struggles, Jack can do nothing as his lips, nose, most of his cheeks, and nearly his eyes are utterly subsumed by the superior smoochers. She eagerly suckles and moans into his mouth, cupping her hands behind his head and pushing him that much deeper into the one-sided kiss. He can do nothing but withstand the lip lock, the hot, tingling sensation already firing off a few traitorous thoughts in his head...

...But that's not all--the Kisser joins in on the fun, using her unique position to bring this handsome adventurer to even greater heights of lip-filled pleasure. With a noisy, obnoxious smack, she *pops* her glossy lips, collecting more and more magic energy within them, until they're full to the brim. Then, after groping and massaging his chest a little more, she plants a big, fat, juicy one right below his collarbone. She can feel his legs clench shut, and the shiver running down his spine, and the way that something delicious is throbbing just below the tip of her tail, straining against the baggy material of her prey's pants. Once she finishes off the smooch, the massive, gooey kiss mark she left starts to glow, and a warmth floods throughout Jack's body. It grows, wobbles, and starts to make *smacks* and *pops* of its own; in time, it forms into a fat, supple pair of disembodied lips with a lust-filled mind of its own.

It gives his neck a little peck. He bucks his hips again.

Jack: 16 (Deeply Bound, ~Sticky~ 4)
Lips: 10 (Disadvantaged)
Kisser: 9 (Disadvantaged, Empowered)
Disembodied Lips: 1

At this point, Jacks brain is quite possibly short circuiting. As the lips saps even more of his willpower, his pants become so tight it starts to become a bit painful. He barely notices though, after all, with his mouth currently being completely smothered by soft, pink lip, he has to fight just to stay conscious. Between the somehow even more supple lips of the…well of the lips, the kissers sticky smackers still getting intimately familiar with his chest and stomach, and now the presence of a third pair of lips working his collarbone, Jack was practically melting. The voices of fear and arousal arguing in his head turns into a full on shouting match as he struggles not only against the slimy seductresses, but also with himself not to just give in.

And it was tempting. The thought of these two having him completely helpless in their hands, subject to all the kisses, smacks, and smooches they could dish out, the thought was equal parts tantalizing and terrifying. As his eyes gazed at the pretty pink lips pressed against his own, he renewed his struggles. If they managed to defeat him here, who knows how long they’d keep him trapped in their embrace as their little kissy hostage. He couldn’t let that happen, not without a fight. He once again musters the strength to try and push the girls out of his clothes and off of his face.

Struggle

Struggle: 49, 67 (Fail)
Smoooch!: 43 (Fail)
Sluggy Embrace: Continued
Blown Kiss: 23 (Fail)
Smooch: 73 (Fail) (lol)

The mage's attempt is a fruitless one...the slug gals lean against him with their full weights, and the sweet secretions already coating his skin and clothes make it hard to even move, let alone break free of this unreasonably pleasurable embrace. All he ends up doing is pushing harder into the Lips' kiss before she ends it with a soft *chu*. She looks deep into his eyes, fondness and lust apparent on her face.

Curiously, the Kisser and her newly-created cohort have stopped pecking at his chest...are they planning another attack?

Jack: 16 (Deeply Bound, ~Sticky~ 5)
Lips: 10 (Disadvantaged)
Kisser: 9 (Disadvantaged, Empowered)
Disembodied Lips: 1