Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32339712-20170620061713/@comment-24934423-20170623161358

Victor's eyelids grow heavy as the fatigue from earlier compiles with the comforts of bodily contact. It isn't long before he falls asleep...

In his dream, he experiences what seems to be several stories of the Order soldiers regarding monsters. At one point, he sees a primordial Dragon raging through his village, a pack of Werewolves slashing down the Hunters from earlier, and the bones of his father reassembling themselves into an undead horror. Finally, he sees his mother transform into a Lesser Succubus and rape her own son.

He wakes up suddenly, in cold sweat from the nightmare, to find that he is now face-to-face with the Wurm. Her lightly tanned skin contrasts with her long, disheveled raven black hair and dark forest green eyes. Her coils are wrapped around them both, both restraining him and comfortably sheltering them both from any potential outside harm. Her breasts are now pressed on his front, and damn, they feel a lot better skin-on-skin.

Wait, direct skin contact?

To the side, Victor sees his clothing and equipment tosses into a pile a couple of yards away. He's not only naked, but his morning wood is snugly joined with the Wurm's loins. She's rubbing herself up and down his body as she slowly pumps him.

From her moans and expression, she's clearly enjoying herself. It feels amazing for him, too. In fact, he can feel his load ready to blow...

Both Victor and the Wurm are nearing their climaxes. Make me a d20 Endurance check to see if he can outlast her.