Jack the Spellcrafter vs. Lips (and Kisser!)

(Woof, sorry for all the waits. I just got finished writing and posting another forced shipping/kissing story. You can check it out in Original Content\Stories in-site, if you want!)

Roll to Wipe: 100 (haha what)
Wipe: 2
Lip Sandwich: 68 (Success)

To his surprise, Jack manages to actually start wiping a decent amount of the dreck off his body. He can feel his senses start to come back to him. Maybe...maybe he has a chance of winni--

*mmmm...!*


When he sees, for a split second, the Lips and Kisser lunge towards him, he expects them to go for his face. But instead...

They beeline right for his crotch.

*SMOOOOOOOCH~!*

He shudders. His brain short-circuits. As both of their massive, plump, sumptuous lips envelop either side of the pitched tent in his trousers, he lets out a loud, needy, and infinitely embarrassing moan. It's so hot...and wet. And that's before they even let those slippery tongues do their work...

The two winsome slug ladies suckle hard on either side of the mage's shaft, eeking gasps and groans out of their suitor for the night. Even if he could move to do so, he can't will himself to push them away when feeling their fantastic touch. He just stands there, clenches his fists, and grits his teeth as his body begins to betray him.

*chuuuuu-POP!*

With one last, almost theatrical *smack*, the duo of divas end their impromptu cock worship. Jack jerks. His cock throbs, and before he knows it, a new stain appears on his already-ruined pants.

"Ooh, I think he's about to break!"

"Heehee...you're right. If that didn't do him in, then one more smooch should do the trick...~"

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

(No big deal, good story tho.)

As Jack recovers from the slug ladies assault on his now very hard nether region, the truth of her words sets in. even if he did manage to wipe off more of their lipstick, it wouldn't matter much. his eyes dart back and forth between the two terrifying pairs of lips, but no solutions come. no ones coming to save him, and there's nothing he can do to escape the inevitable swarm of kisses to come. all of his desperation gives way to helplessness as he resigns to his fate, looking at the partially drawn blast rune just out of reach. maybe this battle could have gone differently, but he'll never know.

as his eyes shift back to the imposing puckers of his new mistresses, he does the very last thing he can think to do. he puts his hands up in a placating gesture, and makes one last attempt to get out of this.

"Hey now...no need to do anything too rash, right? Let's talk about this..." he pleads, trying to hide the mix of fear and shame in his voice. the sting of defeat still mars his pride, but at this point he couldn't care less. He wasn't sure if he could even handle one more smooch, let alone being at their mercy! "I'm sure we could come to a compromise that makes everyone happy!" he finishes, voice growing more fearful by the second.

Pass