Roll Initiative (Borderline NSFW)

Her lips left me thirsty like a day's walk through a desert. It was my first taste. It was an awakening.

The heat was stifling. I could barely breathe, and I wanted to breathe her in so badly I was gasping. The only light came from my fat old monitor, as CATS gazed down upon us like a disapproving god, shining pale blue jealousy against her sweat-soaked skin, along the length of her golden cross chain. All your base belong to us? No, this base belong to me. Fuck you, CATS.

She hovered over me, burning like a sun against my skin. She made me feel fat. She made me feel like a sex god. She made me feel inadequate. She made my thinking stop with the salty taste of her lips, flavored with a hint of Mike's hardest. Her tongue ring rattled against her teeth, then against mine. The static sensation overrode me and I rolled her to her back.

I hovered over her like a shadow, like a status of doom, counting down until the inevitable descent. She was level 5 doomed, and pressing L and R were useless. Her green hair fell about her face and she smiled at me. The morale bonus emboldened me and I kissed her again. She moaned into my throat; it was super effective.

The tongue attack drew from my hit points as her black-painted nails drug across my back. I was in critical condition, and I needed her so badly, I might die. It was too late to take 10; luckily, her bra opened like a natural twenty, revealing the treasures in her chest. She opened her waist slot for me and...

My buffs dropped. My heat resistance dropped to zero;my life dropped like an elevator. Her DPS was massive. Too many DOTS, and not a priest in sight of what we were doing that night.

I tried to focus on the trench run, as she wrapped the shields around the fuselage of my X-Wing. Too much heat, I couldn't shake it! I fired.

Hit? Negative. It didn't go in. It just impacted on the surface...

She held me as I went up in a wave of sexual shrapnel. “I'm sorry...” I cleaned up, tossed the empty package away in shame as the negative levels washed through my tired frame.

She was smiling at me. I felt a new hope, felt the rising will to strike back...She kissed me again, and I felt the return coming on. “The Force is strong you, you Jedi...there is...” She pulled a condom from her discarded jean pocket. “...another.”