Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28358106-20180124203347

(S9/Elf twins) "Oh, yeah?  What's a pair of losers like you gonna do with him, anyway?  He already told me on the battlefield that he wanted me for a partner!  ME!  Not you twits!" Rotha snarls.

The booze slows down his reaction time, but it doesn't take long for Eothred to understand that things are going to go south fast. First, however, he has to breathe.

"....GAAAASP!" He pushes Evylyn away enough to be able to breathe. Despite being relatively tiny, her Mamono strength gives her a death grip, and she clings to him like a limpet.

"I thaid THRAVELING companion! THRAVELING!" He manages to get the words out, despite his face being squeezed by Evylyn's perfect cleavage.

"See?!" Rotha pulls him close, pushing her sizable boobs against the other side of his face.

The Orcs aren't quick enough to stop Evyanne from hopping from one of them to the next, but one of them does manage to grab her ankle as she vaults forward. The sure-footed Elf manages to keep from falling on her face, and jerks her foot free, but still stumbles across the top of the table. She totters forward, falling straight onto Eothred...

Bust first. Her chest covers up the last visible art of his head as she falls forward.

Well, this is it, Eothred thinks resignedly. ''Suffocated by cleavage. If this is the death of me, this is how I want to go.''