Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-24026095-20170414022957

Claire frowns in bewilderment as the man in her dreams roars and lets loose a huge blast of hot cum inside her. The sound modulator in the part of the helmet covering her ears reduces the roar of the ocean or rape-tiles aka reptiles to a couple of decibels so she can sleep, but usually men whimpered as they filled her up with semen under her. Odd. Her ears twitch and she mumbles, &lsquo;No ... more ... screaming ... only ... gentle ... fucking ...&rsquo;

Lilith's nipples flood the ship this time with milk as her suit allows it out through her emergency escape hatch (well, obviously not the ass). She moans and rubs the breastplate of her suit, mumbling something incoherent about needing her nipples filled with clothespegs or nibbled on gently, and slides down the wall as she snores.

Siri scowls up at ICARUS, begging for attention like all demonic sluts. She starts flapping her oversized wings, creating a powerful storm which fills the battlefield, and directs it at the whole battlefield, filling it with swirling dust.

Claire's ears twitch. [Really? Is he going to pinch my ears or spank me? Will he pull on my bunny tail or goose me when I'm about to pick up my guns? Is he for or against us? Is he trying to fuck someone on the ship too? Will he eat me out like a shark eats people? Will –]

Siri facepalms once more and stuffs her fingers in her ears to drown out her mistress's telepathic description of her fantasies, but they're mentally transmitted instead of through the auditory nerves. Helplessly, she feels her horniness meter rise and rise and rise again like a cock about to get wet going inside its home.