Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-24026095-20170329151457

The blue and red onis fly backwards and land in the water with a splash. &lsquo;Damn ship,&rsquo; growls one of the red onis, spitting water out of her mouth while dreaming of it being semen.

The amazonesses and ogres keep pulling and tugging the chains. Their leaders, the above-mentioned eight-foot tall hulk and a eight-foot tall beauty of pure muscle, though with a benign face and soft smile, look backwards at the spluttering and coughing onis. The ogre's leader laughs raucously and points a finger at them, holding her stomach. She accidentally lets go of the end of the chain she's holding and staggers backwards too, then hits the water. She surfaces, looking furious and coughing up water as well. The onis all fall over each other, giggling and chuckling as they flail their arms around. The ogre leader flips them the bird and starts walking forward to find her end of the chain. She gets her feet tangled in some seaweed, slips, and crashes into the water again, this time face-first. The onis laugh even harder. The amazoness's leader looks at the proceedings with a surprisingly benevolent smile on her face for her size, giggles softly, and gives her end of the chain a hard yank, causing the ship to bounce up and down on the waves.

Siri checks the Apple iWatch on her wrist.

Claire starts typing away frantically on her palmtop, watching several screens of info flash before her eyes. [If it goes underwater, should we go after it? Do we have the resources to get back there?]

Claire nods and starts typing up a shield amplifying resonance transmitter piece of code for her suit. [Well, let's get to it. And stop touching yourself at the thought of ICARUS, trailer trash.]

Siri withdraws her glistening fingers from her virtual pussy and blushes green.

Claire discreetly rubs her foot-paw into the wet mess on the floor. [I'm a march hare. You've got no excuse.]

The onis and ogres have recovered by now. They howl in anger and charge the ship, waving their clubs in the air. If needed, they're ready to bash the hull in instead of worrying about whips and chains. They're not dark elves, after all.

The dark elves squat down in the dinghy at a gesture from their leader. They all spread both pairs of wet lips and sigh as they use their index and middle fingers to spread open their slits. The dark matter bubbles harder as it senses their arousal, and starts firing more tentacles outwards like in a weird tentacle rape hentai. The leader spits on both her fingers and starts slipping them deeper and deeper inside herself, uttering a sharp gasp as her pussy walls involuntarily squeeze tighter around her fingers. She moans sharply as she starts sliding them back out, but her quim grips them tighter like it wants to eat her hand. There's no stopping her or the dark matter, which starts swirling around in the shape of a spiral galaxy and spreading outwards a lot faster than what's normal.