Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-24026095-20170413015137

Siri flies through the air on ICARUS's contact with the explosive sphere through one of the virtual buildings. The whole sphere is absorbed and slides into ICARUS's chest. Her pent-up frustration bursts out in a gush of hot, wet juices from her cunt, leaving a huge stain on the battlefield, drenching a whole building. She blushes and flies back up, searching for him.

Lilith snorts and cracks an eye open. She gazes at the watch. [Four hours left before we have to finger him again, good.] She frowns as she contemplates getting up and using her whips and chains on TJK. The delicious sting of the whip hitting his bare skin and those sweet screams of ecstasy, or pain, would be the music to finger herself to. She then notices the other two snoozing happily near her, the drool running down their chins showing what naughty dreams they're having. She actually lets her stoic façade crack for a moment, giving them a soft smile and patting their heads. They nuzzle closer to her, sighing heavily with their toes scrunched. Those dirty little girls. She leans her head back and slumbers, wet dreams of giving a helpless shotacon a wet, silky stockinged footjob lulling her into sleep.

Siri gazes at the expanse of water, floating closer to ICARUS. She gasps and gazes out at the hills, watching the land of Dunkirk. She places an arm around ICARUS's shoulder, watching the sun rise. The sun's rays hit the buildings, lighting everything up. The daffodils glisten with dew (as do her pussy lips, LOL), and darkness lifts from the entire city as it is bathed in warm sunlight. She turns her head to see ICARUS has turned to find her and looks a little startled at her arm around him, gazing the same way. She drops her arm and glares at him.