Not remotely!

Stealth vs. DC 19. 1d20+4=8. Critical failure!

Once again, Gilia swallows Jamir's cock. She hears him let out a sigh of appreciation as his hard member fills her mouth, and then - somewhat to her surprise - he wraps a hand around one of her horns, holding her firmly in place. Gilia gags slightly as he thrusts into her mouth, and makes a muffled noise of protest.

"Shush," Jamir commands. "I'll finish faster this way." Holding her in place, he begins to fuck her mouth, letting out a grunt of satisfaction as he lies back and thrusts his shaft up between her lips.

Gilia lies there and takes it, trying to keep her gagging quiet as he fucks her warm, wet hole. It's becoming increasingly difficult, though - and what's worse, she can feel herself getting wet between her legs, heat kindling there as Jamir takes his pleasure from her mouth. Fuck...I'm always so horny in the mornings... She can't help hearing the wet **** moans that escape from her lips occasionally when his cock slides out.

Then, suddenly, she feels an insistent tug on her skirt and a breeze over her thighs. Jamir, she realizes, has used his free hand to pull her skirt up around her waist. She squirms, trying to get around to look at him, but he holds her firmly in place - surprisingly strong, for a spindly halfling. "Mmmph!" she protests.

"Hush now," Jamir says breathlessly. "You'll like this...ah, yes, wet little whore." Gilia moans around his cock as his fingers slide between her thighs and begin to stroke her cunt, gathering the wetness between her lips and smearing it around as Jamir roughly stimulates her. Jamir's breath is coming more quickly now, and he slips a finger inside her as Gilia desperately sucks him off, hoping to finish this. "Oh, yes, I think you _are _enjoying this...what a good slut! You'll really get a kick out of this." As he thrusts his cock into the back of her mouth, he slides a well-lubricated thumb into her tight anus, too.

Gilia lets out a noise that's half-moan, half-shriek at the unexpected intrusion. Not that she's never had anything up there before - Luron gets "creative" sometimes - but because the sensation of having Jamir's cock in her mouth, finger in her cunt, and thumb in her ass is just so...overwhelming. She feels filled and shattered, overstimulated and buzzing with energy. Jamir, not bothering to be quiet now, lets out a groan of satisfaction as he works her holes, and she feels his cock twitch in her mouth.

"Found the whore," a rough voice says suddenly, quite close by, and Gilia jumps. Twisting her head, she sees Turuk looming, crouched at the entrance of the tent, watching them with a cold, predatory smile. She feels blood rush to her cheeks. Oh no! "Finish up, Jamir, I'm next."

Oh no no no... "Mmmph!" Gilia protests, but her cry is cut off by Jamir letting out a deeper groan.

"Fuuuuck yeeeessss," the halfling snarls, pushing Gilia's head down as he begins to cum in her throat once again. Gilia, distracted, gags, sputters, and ultimately manages to rip her head off his cock and gasp in a great lungful of air to avoid asphyxiating on his dick. Jamir groans as he continues to cum, the last several strands of it spattering Gilia's face. Dazed, she starts to catch her breath, panting raggedly, as she recovers.

Out of nowhere she feels a strong hand grasp her ankle, and then with a shriek, she's being pulled out of the tent. Turuk has her, shockingly strong, and as she clears the tent he seizes her by the collar of her shirt and half-carries, half-drags her, stumbling on her knees, across a few feet to the firepit. He tosses her onto her stomach over a fallen log and before she can catch her breath, her skirt is up around her waist. She feels something warm and hard prod her slick lower lips.

"W-Wait, I - oooHHH!" Gilia moans as the strix slides into her. He is much bigger than Jamir, and nowhere near as gentle. He fills her in one swift, brutal thrust, making Gilia cry out with the stretch of it, and begins to fuck her hard, hips slapping against her ass as his taloned hands dig into her waist. Gilia's cries match the tempo of his thrust, leaving her too breathless to say or do anything else.

"We were afraid some animal'd dragged you off!" a cheery voice says. Panting, vision hazy, Gilia raises her head and realizes to her horror that Hal and Bodill are sitting on the far side of the fire. Hal is watching, looking faintly amused; Bodill scowls to themself and has busied themselves with some small device. Hal continues: "I was worried about you sleeping alone outside - but then, it seems like you found a more fun way to spend the night, haha."

Gilia can only moan in reply, stuttering out a series of noises as Turuk pounds into her from behind, her jaw slack and head bobbling as she submits to his savage fuck. She feels Jamir's cum drying on her face, the drool coating her lips and chin, and she feels water fill her eyes - though whether that's from humiliation or the physical overwhelm of her fucking, she's not sure. Oh no...no...now I'll just be a whore to them... But she doesn't have the presence of mind, or strength of body, to say anything in her own defense, under the circumstances.

A moment later, Turuk lets out a roar, wings stretching out and beating the air as he slams himself into Gilia one, two, three more times and then explodes, burying himself deep in her snatch as he fills her with his seed. Gilia groans as she feels him fill her up, but just slumps over the log as he finishes, exhausted. The strix lets out a contented-sounding growl and she feels him wipe his cock on her skirt, then he stomps off to flap up to a perch on a large tree branch.

"Good morning, all," Jamir says smoothly as he emerges from the tent and Gilia starts to stir. "As you see, Gilia sought out my company last night..."

"Wouldn't have guessed it, but not the first one to fail to resist your wiles, Jamir," Hal says with a little chuckle. "Well, no harm done, eh? It was cold last night. But we're burning daylight, and we should get going - Gilia, there's a little stream down that hill if you want to wash your face off. Or anything else, for that matter."

Gilia stands slowly, feeling unsteady on her feet. It's been a long time since she was so thoroughly fucked, and little tingles of pleasure are still chasing themselves all over her body. She bites her lip, considering a thousand things she might say to try to save face in this situation - but then, they all just watched her get fucked ten seconds ago. It doesn't seem likely to work. So she just bites her lip, nods, and turns to walk on shaking legs to the stream.

"Thought she'd hold out longer!" she hears Hal say cheerily to Jamir as she leaves.