Jack the Spellcrafter vs. Lips (and Kisser!)

(lmao d100s be like that sometimes)

As the lips finally releases him from her liplock, he has to take a moment to catch his breath. gazing back into her eyes and seeing the swirl of adoration and lewd intentions takes it right back again as a gasp hitches in his throat. all these sensations compounding are causing his fear to slowly mount once more. he's knows he's in a sticky situation (no pun intended) and he's at every disadvantage.

feeling the kisser, lips, and blown kiss all pull away at once is a shock to be sure, and it yanks him right back to reality. He has to keep fighting, he can't draw any glyphs in this state, and the close contact with both the slugs, and their newly blown kiss leaves him in a race against the clock. every squirm just rubs him further against the slimy bodies and sticky lips holding him hostage, but he had no choice but to continue fighting, even if it was in vain.

"Haven't you two heard of personal space?" he says, gritting his teeth, and with his arms weakened from both the touches of the ladies and the slime that comes with it, makes another half hearted attempt to escape the kissers hold.

Struggle

Struggle: 51, 29 (Fail)
Grope: 34 (Success)
Sluggy Embrace: Continued
Loving Licks: 37 (Fail)
Suckle: 65 (Fail)

"Who needs that when we're having so much fun, cutie~?"

The Lips pins Jack's arm as he attempts to get up, then slams the other down with her hand. Having him firmly stuck in place, she takes the opportunity to stroke the young man's biceps and forearm in a gentle massaging motion. "See? Doesn't that feel nice?" She squeezes a couple of times, then smirks at the mage. "Not very impressive, but you're getting there!"

Underneath his shirt, the Kisser giggles and starts rubbing his abs as well. The pair of floating lips is a little stuck in the fabric, though...

Jack: 15 (Deeply Bound, ~Sticky~ 6)
Lips: 10 (Disadvantaged)
Kisser: 9 (Disadvantaged, Empowered)
Disembodied Lips: 1

Jacks embarrassment reaches a new height at that comment, but he couldn't argue. Here he was completely at the mercy of two surprisingly strong slugs, barely able to move as his entire body gets used like a toy made specially for the lovely ladies. all the kisses and slime have started to take their toll, however. as fatigue starts to wash through him, his struggles start feel like their less effective each time. thrashing his body around trying to get them to loosen their hold does little more than nearly send him flying into the lips of the monster pinning his arms for a kiss of his own, but he can't stop. The last thing jack wants (or so he tells himself anyway) is to be trapped as a kissing toy for these things.

as he continues to struggle, jack cries out exasperated "Let me tell you, making out with you two all day is NOT my idea of fun!" he tries to break his arms out of the lips grasp.

Struggle

Struggle: 98, 86 (Crit Success!)
Smoooch!: 39 (Fail)
Smoooch!: 64 (Success)
Suckle: 59 (Fail)

"Aww, c'mon! You're really going to me you haven't been enjoying this?"

The young mage is about to bark out a snappy reply, but before he can--

*SMOOOOCH!*

--the slug monster assaulting his torso with countless kisses turns around and presses a fat, wet one right on the aching tent in his pants. His words die in his throat, and in their place, a croak wheezes out of his mouth as she, through his trousers, no less, takes him down to base. As insane pleasure courses through his body, he can only think one thing (and that 'thing' is NOT secretly wishing that his clothes were already off so he could feel the full, will-shattering pleasure of the kiss, no sirree...)...

What kind of magic is in those lips? They're so powerful they could suck a mole right out of its hill! And all that suction...it's going straight to his crotch...!

She slides off him with a wet *pop*. His dick is left twitching and drooling precum, the forest air not being nearly enough to stimulate him.

"Looks like someone disagrees," the Kisser moans out from underneath his shirt, earning a small laughing fit from her friend. "And trust me, these things never lie~!"

Despite the humiliation, despite the debilitating ecstasy coursing through him, Jack's second wind kicks in. With a burst of speed even he wasn't expecting, he thrusts the Lips off his upper torso, the Kisser out of clothes, and the fluttering lips from his collar.

"Ooph!" the passion pink-lipped puckerer lands face first on the ground, disoriented. The salmon-colored one lands lightly on her tailbone--er, just her tail...? With the bizarre anatomy the slug creatures have, who knows which is right?

"Ouch! Hey, that hurt!"

Jack: 13 (~Sticky~ 6)
Lips: 10 (Disadvantaged)
Kisser: 9 (Disadvantaged 2x)
Disembodied Lips: 1

Jack takes a moment to gather himself. Looking down at himself, his clothes are a mess of slime and lipstick. Seeing the giant, hot pink kiss mark on the front of his pants makes him weak in the knees, nearly sending him right back to the ground. on wobbly legs, he haphazardly reaches for his pad and tries to focus on his next move. he knew he'd have to take a moment to clean some of the...substances off of him. they were seriously starting to impede his movement, but at this point he's so flustered, the only thing he can really comprehend are those lips. he watches as they get back on their feet...er, tails. now facing down a kisser with not one but two girly hot pink pouts, alongside the lips with one succulent pair of even sexier salmon smackers he almost gives in. He could lie to himself, but they saw right through it. they had every advantage and he knew it.

as the threat of more smooching creeps back up his spine, jack draws the first glyph that comes to mind. hoping to take out the floating lips before they could all dogpile him again. completely out of retorts, and mind racing too hard to think of anything clever, he groans as the next words leave his mouth.

"How could i NOT enjoy it! With lips as big as those you're basically cheating!" he shouts as he slams the fire glyph.

fire - disembodied lips

(Advantage Roll: 72, 13 (Success))
Fire: 82 (Success)
Luscious Licks: 7 (Crit Fail)
Blown Kiss: 18 (Success)
Smooch: 72 (Success)

The floating pair of kissers darts towards Jack with a vengeance, planting a firm, hot peck on his lips before being instantly incinerated by the spell he meant to hit the Lips with--th-the slug thing, not the lips he actually hi--you know what, forget it!

Luckily for him, she flinches away all the same. Her tongue retracts into her mouth.

However, someone else had been preparing a spell; one that's a little more alluring than a fireball to the face. The Kisser (augh, here we go again...) puckers and unpuckers her lips, putting her hands to them and popping out a massive pink heart that shot directly at Jack. It's so fast that all he can do is stand there and take it as it hits him straight in the chest, a hot, tingling feeling spreading from the impact point to the rest of his body...particularly, the part of him leaking against his underwear.

"Thanks for the compliment, hun! You won't go unrewarded for it~"


Jack: 12 (~Sticky~ 8 )
Lips: 10 (Disadvantaged 2x)
Kisser: 9 (Disadvantaged 2x)

Jacks face softens slightly as the heart hits him. his head starts to spin and he sees the two beautiful women before him, luscious lips smacking with intent. He wants to go to them...he wants their ki-

'NO' he thinks to himself. he knows they're getting to him. that heart attack is bad news, it got in his head. yeah, that's what it was. That attack is what made him want to suck face with the lips and kisser. Lying to himself or not, his thoughts spur him not to let his guard down. these slugs were crafty, sneaky, and stronger than they look.

Jacks mind went back to it's original plan. taking on two at once was a death wish. Plant didn't work out, but he has another way to even the odds.

"the only reward I need right now is a cold shower!" he quips back, his mind is filled with lewd thoughts and all of the ick coating his body was making it nearly impossible to move. all the same, he manage to sketch out his next attack

Light - Kisser

(Roll to move: 2 (Success))
Light: 18 (Success)
Smoooch!: 51 (Fail)
Loving Licks: 47 (Fail)

"You'll DEFINITELY need one when we're done with--AH!"

*flash*


The Kisser is cut off before she can finish her sentence by the blinding gleam that Jack's spell sets off. Both slugs stumble around and miss their attacks entirely, moreso the one who was staring directly at the attack. The mage enjoys a brief respite from their sensuous assault...

Jack: 12 (~Sticky~ 8 )
Lips: 10 (Disadvantaged 2x)
Kisser: 9 (Disadvantaged 2x, Stunned)

Seeing the opportunity to put the odds back in his favor, jack presses the assault. He knows better than to underestimate them at this point, if they’re allowed to regain their momentum, the consequences would be quite sticky. Worse, if they manage to pin him down like that again, he doubts he’d be able to fight them off again.

Even planning his next attack, he can’t take his eyes off those lips. Visions of being smothered in kisses fill his head and he nearly misses his opening. Having made one of them vulnerable, jack draws up a pattern he’s certain will leave them panting

Fighting through the organic slimy glue impeding his fine movements, he hastily attempts to draw out a crude flame sigil, and now that he’s had a moment to think, he pats himself on the back as he finally thinks of a witty retort.

“Well in that case, let’s turn up the heat!” He says, slamming the fire glyph with a stupid grin. He was real proud of that one.

Fire - kisser

Roll to Move: 68 (Success)
9 (Crit Fail)
35 (Fail)
3 (Crit Fail)

Although Jack was able to draw just fine with the slime limiting his movements, his rune didn't find the stuff so agreeable...the moment he slammed down on the glyph-scribbled paper, it burst out into a puff of smoke that left everyone on the battlefield disoriented and coughing--including himself.

Jack: 12 (~Sticky~ 8 )
Lips: 10 (Disadvantaged 2x)
Kisser: 9 (Disadvantaged 2x)

Jack waves the cloud of smoke away as he tries to regain visuals on his adversaries. seeing them in a similar state as him was appreciated for the moment but he doubted it'll last long. hoping to avoid the same outcome with another fire attack, he figured he'd have to take a bit of a risk. if it paid off, it could turn the tides, but if it failed, it may leave him even worse off than he is now. still, an opportunity for something like this won't happen again, so he may as well go all out.

While the slugs are preoccupied regaining their composure, Jack begins to draw the most complicated arrangement of shapes he has.

Blast

Blast: Charging...
Team Move: Double Team!: 43, 17 (Fail)

For the first time, the fight is going alright for Jack: the thick smoke lingers long enough that the Lips and Kisser can't find him--for now.


All he can hope is that they don't finish him off while he's casting...

Jack: 12 (~Sticky~ 8, Blast: Partially Charged (1))
Lips: 10 (Disadvantaged 2x)
Kisser: 9 (Disadvantaged 2x)

Jack counts his blessings as he goes uninterrupted. The complex web of symbols is very particular, and he’s messed it up before, resulting in some particularly painful results. The smoke was proving to be more helpful than initially thought as well, he may have to find a way to reproduce that. ‘Later’ he thinks to himself.

Seeing them attempt to coordinate a strike sends his arm moving even faster on the drawing. But the slimy secretions and lip marks aren’t making it easy. Struggling to move, he continues to sketch his attack.

“Come on…almost done…” he mutters, trying to hide the panicked urgency in his voice.

Blast - cont.

Blast: Charging...!
Team Move: Lip Sandwich!: 88, 14 (Crit Success!)

The fledgling mage learns the hard way why desperate, last-minute attacks don't end very well--ESPECIALLY ones that leave the caster wide-open to attacks...while his inadvertent smokescreen was effective for a moment, that moment came to pass far sooner than his hasty scribbling ever could.

When he felt two hands stroke along the undeveloped muscles of his lanky arms, he knew he had made a truly massive mistake.

"Ooh, what a thoughtful gift! Leaving himself all defenseless like this..."

"Do you think he gave up?" another voice giggles. "I bet he's writing a quest for the bulletin board right now...don't worry, handsome! We'll cosign it for ya! Just as soon as we get done painting you pink...~"

Too late does Jack move to get away from the slug monsters. By the time he starts stepping backward, they've already leapt into the air, and--

*SMOOOOOOCH~!*

--caught their prey right in between. Two truly massive sets of lips smack against either side of his head, completely engulfing his jaw, his cheeks, and even bits of his hair in an impossibly soft, wet, and sticky embrace. Their give is so great, and both mouths smush so hard against his face that they almost meet in the middle, suckling and slurping and licking at his tender flesh and blessing him with the sweet, bitter ecstasy of their toxic kiss.

He shudders. He moans. And, though he'd never admit it, the subtle stain forming on the front of his pants suggests that he really enjoys their present...

Jack hasn't been beaten yet, but it's only a matter of time.

*Chuuuu-POP!*

They pry themselves off of him with a squeaky *pop* that makes him shudder again.

"Are you done scribbling that note yet, honey? It's getting in the way of our fun time~"

Jack: 8 (~Sticky~ 11, Blast: Partially Charged (2))
Lips: 10 (Disadvantaged 2x)
Kisser: 9 (Disadvantaged 2x)

Jack can barely move, and at this point he’s not sure if it’s because of the hormones racing through his body, fighting his conscious mind at every turn, or if it was because of the now even thicker coating of the slugs secretions. As the two pull him away from his glyph, and suffocate him with their lips, he tries not to think about the precarious situation he’s in.

If he tries to wipe off the slime, it leaves the slugs with ample time to do whatever they please with him, but if he tries to attack, the slime makes him so stiff, he barely gets time to take the shot. At this point, his only option is to try and wipe off the slimy stains, but they’re not giving him any breathing room. Even now after having just taken his whole world for a spin with that last kiss, he can see them before him, still in prime smooching distance.

His eyes swirl with a mixture of desperation for escape, and desperation for release. He moves to clean himself off, if only a little. He opens his mouth to speak, but clams up as their tantalizing words float through his head, and simply shakes his head in a feeble attempt to clear his thoughts and shake off some of the slime.

Wipe

Wipe: 1
Smoooch!: 21 (Fail)
Loving Licks: 24 (Success)

Unfortunately, the positive feedback loop of stickiness has made it nigh impossible for Jack to even wipe himself off. No matter how hard he tries, the mixture of bodily fluids just sticks right back to his hand. He only gets a glob to come off, and that bodes very ill for him--only one attack from either of the two slugs would be enough to totally undo his efforts...

...which is exactly what happens.

*Sluuuuuuuurp!*

A long, thick, drenched prehensile tongue presses right against his crotch. He involuntarily thrusts into the warmth and dampness, then goes still as it drags agonizingly slowly, pinning his cock against his stomach even through his trousers, and smearing even more of the Kisser's spittle across his front, ending with a final stroke to cover his face in the stuff.

He can't even shiver. His entire body is sweetly numb...there is no fighting what's to come. He can only endure it...

Jack: 7 (~Sticky~ 11, Disadvantaged, Blast: Partially Charged (2))
Lips: 10 (Disadvantaged 2x)
Kisser: 9 (Disadvantaged 2x)

(Don’t I have to roll for wiping at ten stacks?)

The uphill battle starts to erode jacks spirit. As the tongue undoes his efforts to clean himself off, he has to wonder if there’s even a point. Every time he feels like he’s getting somewhere, he finds himself blocked by a giggling wall of pink lip ready to snuff those efforts out.

Still, his will isn’t broken yet, but the issue now was this awful coating of lipstick and goo. It was severely limiting his range of motion, he wasn’t even able to reach into his bag anymore. At this point, he was almost tempted to give up and just let them have their way with him. How bad could it be, right?

The reality of Jacks own thoughts catch up with him, and he once again moves to clean some of the secretions off of him.

Through heavy breaths, due in no small part to the ministrations he’s been receiving, he manages to force some shaky words out of his mouth.

“Look, can’t we just forget this ever happened?” He pleads, eyes still darting between the two pairs of encroaching lips. It was all he could think of. He’d basically lost the fight, anymore alike would likely immobilize him entirely. Still fighting, his throat dried up thinking of what’s to come.

Wipe

(Oh, duh!  I forgot I added that caveat)

Roll to Wipe: 61 (Fail)
Smoooch!: 73, 33 (Fail)
Smoooch!: 39, 81 (Fail)
(lol)

Try as he might, he just can't get the stuff off...all he can do is watch as the two lovely ladies slink towards him, immaculate lips puckering and unpuckering, making lewd noises that sent a shiver up his spine--or rather, would, if he could move...

Jack: 7 (~Sticky~ 11, Disadvantaged, Blast: Partially Charged (2))
Lips: 10 (Disadvantaged 2x)
Kisser: 9 (Disadvantaged 2x)

(Happens to the best of us )

Jacks terror rises to new heights as they slowly approach. He has ample time to picture all the sticky, pink, lippy punishment he’ll receive if he can’t get this stuff off of him soon. The closer they get, the more frantic his movements become as he continuously tries and fails to clean himself off.

Wipe

(would you believe me if I said the random.org integer generator gave me the exact same number for your roll to wipe as last time? lmao)

Roll to Wipe: 61 (Fail) 
Smoooch!: 31, 29 (Fail)
Smoooch!: 92 (Crit Success!)


Another attempt to struggle, another abject failure. If only Jack had thought to deal with this problem just a little bit earlier...myabe then, he'd at least not have to stand still while these sluggy ladies have their way with him.

The encounter ends the way it begins: with an absolute slobberknocker of a kiss!

"Pucker up, buttercup~! Mmmmm...!"

He can't comply with her demand, even if he wants to--the sweet, numbing reactants in her spit plus the amount of ick coating him have brought his movement to an absolute standstill. All he can manage is to close his eyes, so that maybe it wouldn't weigh down on him so much having the Kisser bring him to kneel.

*Chuuuuu...*

It's just as hot, and lipstick-filled, and utterly voracious as ever--the moment her lips are over his mouth and nose, her tongue gets right to work claiming his mouth as its own. The familiar suckling feeling that engulfs his face is no less shamefully titillating now, the erection straining against his pants only confirming that fact. He lets his tongue and gums be ravaged by the sweet-tasting monster of a muscle. He lets the slug monster grope at his shoulders and arms. He lets her lead him along in this hilariously one-sided match of tonsil tennis, eyes twitching, tip leaking with a confession to his dirty little secret.

Jack almost reaches out when the sultry slug lady ends the kiss and winks teasingly at him with her stalk. His heart thuds in his chest. He feels weird...


Jack: 7 (~Sticky~ 13, Blast: Partially Charged (2))
Lips: 10 (Disadvantaged 2x)
Kisser: 9 (Disadvantaged 2x)

(I 100% believe it. Luck is a cruel mistress, isn’t she?)

Jack’s unsure of what to do. At this point, he knows he’s defeated, and watching the two ladies domineering over him practically shatters the crumbled remains of his resolve. He can’t keep fighting like this, futilely attempting to wipe off the copious amounts of lipstick just for a pair of full, thick, lips to replace it with even more.

He wants to run, but at this point, he’s so immobilized he can’t even reliably lift his legs. The reality of the situation sets in, and he starts to frantically trying to clean himself off. Manglegrove be damned, he’ll find somewhere new to do his research, he just has to get out of here!

Feeling his defeat drawing closer, Jack makes a panicked attempt to clean himself one final time, in the hopes of making an escape before the slugs kiss away even more of his pride.

Wipe

(Roll to Wipe: 24 (Success))
Wipe: 2
Loving Licks: 31 (Fail)
Blown Kiss: 11 (Crit Fail!)

Somehow, with some absurd amount of luck, by scraping and pressing and peeling, Jack manages to remove a sizable amount of goo from his body--although it's still nothing compared to the amount still currently on his body. His opponents just sit there and giggle as he attempts to futilely get himself free...

Jack: 7 (~Sticky~ 11, Blast: Partially Charged (2))
Lips: 10 (Disadvantaged 2x)
Kisser: 9 (Disadvantaged 3x)

The momentary relief from the constant kisses does little to ease jacks fears. Even having removed a fair amount of ick, he still can’t bring himself to move. He pulls and pulls but doesn’t budge an inch, rooted in place like a fly in a web. If he can just get himself free, he may be able to turn this around, or at least make a break for it. He can’t quit now!

Wipe

Roll to Wipe: 1 (wow.)
Smoooch!: 93 (Crit Fail)
Smoooch!: 96 (Crit Success)

Jack's efforts only seem to get his hands further stuck to his body amongst the goop--he's left just as open to attack as before, perhaps even more now that he can't even push away his assaulters...

So, when one of them gives him another dizzying smacker of a kiss, he has no recourse. He moans out loud as a pair of powerful lips practically sucks him through his thoroughly-ruined pants. The way her tongue curls around his tent and drenches it in saliva almost makes him wish feel like the fabric wasn't there. By the time she pops off, he's throbbing and leaking, about ready to blow...

Jack: 5 (~Sticky~ 13, Blast: Partially Charged (2))
Lips: 10 (Disadvantaged 3x)
Kisser: 9 (Disadvantaged 3x)

(Good lord these rolls. *shrugs* works for me I guess)

The sensations of this entire debacle are so mind blowing, jack is shocked he’s able to remain conscious at this point. He can feel himself tiptoeing on the edge that leads right into the chasm of lips that awaits him should he lose…

Though at this point it may be more accurate to say WHEN he loses. He can’t see a way out of this, all he can do is sit here and wipe himself off while they continue to drive him dirt her into a corner.

‘Whats the point?’ He thinks to himself as he lifts his hands to make another attempt at cleansing himself. He almost starts begging for them to let him go, but that little bit of pride he has left prevents it, so he just glares at them, knowing full well how this would end.

Wipe