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Full Name: Tityana Jorgenskull

 

Nicknames: Tit-Tit

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Titles: Red Serpent, the pious rogue,

the meek purveyor, the unsullied scoundrel,

the vestal virgin, the irreproachable rose

and most of all, the extraordinarily humble one.

 

Race: Giantess

 

Gender: Female

 

Day of Birth: unknown

 

Age: 52

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Hair: Red/Black (Can change to blend in, red is her natural shade.)

 

Skin: White/Tan depending on sun exposure.

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Eyes: Amber

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Height: 9' (Can be 4.5-13.5ft pending if she uses her powers.)

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Weight: 380Lbs

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Place of Residence: The Jungle

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Place of Birth: The Boneyard

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Faction: The Verdant Dynasty

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Occupation- Spy/Thief

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Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

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Relationship: Single

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​Sexual Orientation: Anything goes.

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Personality: Confident, Fiery, Free willed

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Likes- Left curves, booze, coin, Jungle herbs, booms, fire, and freedom.

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Dislikes- Holy pricks, right curves, Slavery, sand (Gets in the crack.), and regal type pretentious cunts.

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Appearance: Well toned with blemishless skin.

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Distinctive Marks: Her crimson hair, and matching colored tattoo sleeves.
 

Traits: Snarky, Bratty, Vulgar, Ruffian, Wisecrack

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Faults: Short-tempered, Arrogant, Narcissistic, Tityana's English is broken, she speaks long-winded because she is full of herself, and enjoys the sound of her own voice. And believes in stereotypes from childhood books regarding scholars and mages.

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​Senses: Racial Abilities

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Weakness- Werewolves or any primal or warrior races as she is drawn to their animalistic cultures.

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Equipment- Two bone Revolvers (Tit-Tit), 4 skull bombs (Just skulls she adds mana to make explode on impact.), 

Tityana.

Wholesomely Been kicking Arse, and picking pockets since 2012

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Basic Information

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Racial Abilities: 

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Speed- Due to her long, powerful legs, the Giant can move at a max speed of 30mph. And bound 15ft into the air. 20 mph and 5ft jump in min-height. (Adjusted for her leg based on human anatomy, for context Bolt can run 27.8. World record vertical jump is 5.5ft.)

 

Strength-  This meek maverick is robust, designed to support her muscular tones, curves, and skeletal structure. As a result, she has the strength of three of her equivalent human counterparts. With a grip twice that of any race. Her punches and kicks are strong enough to shatter ribs. Can lift up to 600 lbs above their head with minimum restriction to mobility. (The human record is 1,438lbs, this is what she can lift and still move about.)

 

Endurance/flexibility-  This virtuous saint is able to gracefully manipulate her vestal "virgin" body, allows the apex of sainthood to bend and contort her chaste vessel in useful ways, able to do splits, bend her spine 10 degrees further and kick her legs over her head.

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Acute Hearing- Due to her time in the jungle, her demure ears have been trained to pick up on the soft sounds of disturbances. As such, the puritanical god-fearing woman can detect the general direction of bowstrings being drawn, twigs snapping, foliage rustling, and footsteps within 90 feet of her location in pristine settings and circumstances. (Just trained hearing)

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Martial/Rogue Training- This modestly garbed pietistic lady was trained to grapple/throw, as well as, assault her foes with a flurry are martial kicks or punches. She uses this when a target gets close in an attempt to subdue her opponents. Proving rather nimble, using her dainty digits to assist with disarming traps and locks, tactfully acquiring and relocating goods from others' pockets as to distribute wealth (Stealing). And is capable of moving stealthy, limiting the noise of her steps as she prowls the umbra seeking victims, I mean friends. (Like soldiers in medieval warfare, Tityana is trained with hand to hand to assist should enemy units get close. Not a master monk, but efficient enough to hold her own.)

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Drumming of the heart- A state of being in which the sinless purveyor of coin becomes attuned to their body, the mind, and soul joining the fleshly prison in sheer harmony. This grants her unsullied kind the unique ability to control their adrenaline. The pupils dilate as time itself in their eyes begins to slow down, as they focus on their targets, as each sense is pushed beyond their standard limitation. Their undefiled vestiges have an outline of blood-red as their veins can be seen throbbing throughout the body. While in this mindset, their pain ceases to exist, as they focus everything on the hunt's thrill. (Manuel Adrenaline)

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Reaction time- Fight first think later served her righteous people well in the Sands and in the Jungle climate. Her muscle memory is honed through her decades of combat. (Muscle memory.)

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Resilience

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+50%- Resilience to poison, rot, and disease-based attacks due to living in the toxic jungle.

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Combat Skills/Description.

 

 

 

 

Combat Skills/Description.


Flesh magic is the capacity to manipulate one's flesh, as well as that of the deceased. It is divided into two classes though only one applies here. Bolstering, the alteration of one's body, and the grafting of STUDIED extremities onto the vessel. She cannot manipulate another's body, as their chi/magical harmonization is not the same as such. Outside of perhaps another bone gear (Depending on locational rules), she will be powerless to influence or distort another host/PC vessel. However, if blood is on the ground, that no longer qualifies as being under the player's command. For balance's sake, blood on the body also can not be altered in any way.

The Osseous armor she wears is defensive (Able to deflect piercing/slashing and arrows/bolts much like Plate can) but is mainly offensive. She utilizes it to explode the gauntlet (For example) or form new arrows/equipment from the material (Once ammunition or gear is extracted, the armor on the extremity is forever gone as it was consumed.). By default, the bone on her body and equipment is always at 2x tensile strength of steel. Once an object is manipulated, it stays as such. A way to understand this concept is how the bending of metals work, your character doesn't need to discharge energy to maintain the smith's efforts.
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All buffs last one turn if not specified, the exception being bone manipulation for the reasoning above. However, remodeling an item's shape forever locks it, as regular manipulation will considerably wane the tensile effect. One alteration is acceptable. Two means it's now just normal bone, three or above, it will become brittle and crumble in her hands. The strength buffs are focused on amplifying lifting and grip; her punches "Breaking bones" is naturally existing brawn assuming she is hitting a typical human, unprotected outside of the femur, which is the most rigid bone in the human body. Any such "claims" are subject to the opponent's anatomy and, of course, their capability to describe said physiology for their character. If having bone akin to iron rods, her punches will no longer break them but still damage the body's soft organs and muscles.

 

 

 

​Alter Self (Racial)- The pinnacle of sainthood can use her Chi to decrease or increase her height by 50%. This allows her to blend in easier or increase her presence. While growing, her strength and endurance raise by an equal amount, while shrinking, she gains speed. Once the height is achieved, she can maintain it at no cost only able to alter her size once per fight.
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Bone manipulation (Racial)- This blemishless icon of feminity can alter any Bone Armor or Weapons by imbuing it with her Chi. Granting it the ability to be 2x stronger than steel or elongating their size and reach up to twofold. She uses this to meld her pistols, able to repair damage to the weapon by taking from existing bone. The proper lady can imbue any bone items with her Chi, throwing it at her target, acting like a fragmentary grenade in principle. The Bone shards erupt, becoming shrapnel as they explode outward. She can launch these ranged weapons up to 150 ft, and they cover a 50ft radius. She is not immune to these projectiles.

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Sticky fingers- The pious rogue can increase her grip to be 3x that of human limitations while secreting an enzyme that allows her hands and feet to adhere to surfaces. This modest maiden alternatively fires strands of hair from her hands, traversing a 60ft area as it latches onto nearby surfaces to pull her to safety, while also can be used to pull targets or objects toward her. The hairs envelop her target, binding them if they are caught and unable to break free.

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Little tits on the praire- The wholesome Giant can throw a bunch of tiny perky breasts with spiked nipples serving as caltrops that will be hurled 100ft and cover a 40ft area. On contact, they explode into tiny bone fragments that will pierce through flesh, leather, and cloth.  

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Phallic rod- This family friendly minx will place a cock shaped claymore on the field, exploding in a cone shape sending bone and boiling seminal fluid, pus and fat to the target. Fires in a 40ft long and 20ft widespread as it sprays from the girthy mushroom cap. It ejaculates it's load whenever vibrations occur within a 20ft radius ahead of the sensitive shaft.

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Finger bang- The unadulterated rose through her friendship with the Djinn Secret, gained the ability to gather forth her mana, focusing the chi on a single finger as the hand simulates a gun. Sending the thumb forward, the angelic purveyor of coin erupts a 400ft long 1-inch circumference beam of concentrated red energy. The spiraling projectile can drill and burn through flesh, cloth, leather, and plate due to its focus and small circumference, given how to concentrated it is.

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Erupting, burning, fisting.- This symbol of regal grace through her friendship with the Djinn Secret can pull her mana to her hands, forming a fist and drawing it back, propelling them forward as she sends out a shotgun blast of heat and power.  The heat can cause second-degree burns, while the energy is a concussive force capable of knocking a target back and possibly breaking bones or rupturing organs. This awesome stylistic move can reach upward to 80ft and spreads out in a cone covering a 40ft width.  Alternatively, she can grab a target with her hand, wrapping the digits around their body and burning the skin as a direct point-blank shot is applied.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Oi, Guv', meet mah little friends. One for each tit, me call them...umm...Tit-tit!"

 

 

 

 

 

(Weapon description) Her caster revolver how they work- These firearms have a max range of 70ft and operate through an oscillating generator with a crystal in the center. The magical energy spins inside, bouncing around before hitting a focusing crystal. The round is propelled from the barrel. Given there is no combustion, they don't make a gunshot; however, the generators do buzz. The grips have ball ends at the bottom of the grip, used for bashing in skulls if targets get close, and it is reloaded by ejecting the expended crystal and sliding in a new. 6 rounds per firearm. Below are the two crystals she can use; swapping an element requires a turn to do so effectively.

 

1- Ruby crystals -Her preferred element, fires 2-inch balls of fire with a 6-inch explosive radius. The explosive force can damage bone and muscle due to kinetic energy. While the flames can burn away cloth, hair, and skin, leaving second-degree burns around the area of impact.

 

2- Emerald crystals- Toxin injecting shard fires from the barrel, the poison will have three effects, firstly give an erection. Second fever, a pounding headache. and sweating, and lastly, molten shits if left untreated. The bowel movement will take effect on turn 2.

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Weapon (Tit-Tit)

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Biography

((This BIO is written in how she speaks, vulgar and improper English. This is NOT how I rp outside of written dialogue with this character.))

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Me story be like any other, there me be, minding me own shyte when BAM in comes some arse fucker wagging his tiny prick all up in mah face. So, me shot the bastard and that was the end...what? You want more? Nosey little cunt aren’t ya? So be it, though the drinks be on ya, and me should warn ya, I’ll drink ya arse into bankruptcy! So, it all started in the deep jungles of mah homeland, Mah mum be raped and out I came. Me know, me know, dark and dreary and all that melodramatic shyte, but it be what it is. From a young age me had it rough, me mum tried her best to raise me with them...whatchyamacallit...umm morals! But they ain’t neva stick, stubborn shyte from the womb till me punched my way from her gaped vagina. Me always been one of them ruffians, always in trouble, getting scolded, stealing some shyte, chewing arse, and picking pockets ya feel? After all, the occasional arson ain’t never set a girl in the wrong direction. Me mum whoop mah arse, slapped it good, as she eventually learned that unlike her regal tush, mah rear ain’t ever gonna be refined. So, she trained me to fight and to shoot mah way out of problems, the way mum saw it if ya can’t tongue punch your way out of it, give them some new orifices to be fucked!

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Me ain’t never seen a man who can block an elemental round with their head, though they often think they can with their tiny one dangling below, ya feel? So, me may have gotten involved with the wrong crowd, eaten out a dozen stuck up cunt maidens, defiled a few princes inserting dominance through the pucker, ya know, standard gurl stuff.  After allegedly being wrongfully accused of theft, of which they almost never found the bloody trinket. Trust me, me may have swiped it, no clue, fingers were sticky, and it went up my bum as some things do, the guards never checked there! Would have worked full proof, if it weren’t for the fact me arse may have slipped it out onto the floor, Learned to commit in life next time fully, that be a lesson on the house unlike this here booze. So me was pinned, thrown in prison, had some fun, till me mum stepped in like an arse and legit bartered for mah release. This fire crotch was given two options, stay locked up, or agree to use me slick fingers and award-winning personality to swindle others for me gang. I was young and dumb, should have stayed in prison, free food, fights, sex was alright, but hey, we all make mistakes right? 

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Used me heart of gold, caster guns, and wit to handle this here dry pussy of a realm. Sand always be getting in me arsecrack, chafing, but nothing some ointment can’t solve. So me came here looking for a big job, and after shooting that there prick ya saw, me here to recruit ya! So, here we be, so whatcha say? -Narrows eyes as the man slips into torpor, the booze spiked they shared as the fiery soul grinned.- Oi, that took waaaaayyyy too long! Alright, time to steal ya shyte, and put this here bone dildo between dem sugary cheeks. -Chuckling as she stripped the merchant bare, stole all his possessions, and secured her dominant device, ensuring it was held nice and snuggly.-  Talk to ya later little dick, good company and all, this fuckery not be personal, just business ya feel? Try not to get too loose next time we meet, might have fun, lover boy! -Leaves the man naked, in the desert to awaken with a banging headache and a pleasant surprise being kind enough to leave some ointment for later, as it was gonna be raw come sunrise.-

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The woman named Secret.

Mah travels brought me to the abandoned emerald city, a real hellhole, covered in the stretch marks of this supposed Eldritch horde. Sneaking past the daft buffoons proved easy enough, and me didn't even break a sweat if me were going to be honest. Rummaging through the belongings of the dead kinda made me feel dirty, but it ain't like a bunch of buried corpses got a need for them worldly possessions. It wasn't like me was stealing, more along the lines of tactically acquiring and transporting abandoned goods to an alternate location. Mostly garbage and slim pickings, it seems others possessed a similar entrepreneur spirit. That was when me saw her, a large white manor matching the description, the door barely secured on the hinges. And so me approached, struck the wooden surface with me boots, which broke through the wood and my foot may have been stuck.

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The son of a whore broke free, taking me headfirst to the ground, as like a cat mah face gracefully met the cold stone floor on the other side. Patting meself down, as a girl gotta always look good, me rose to me feet and surveyed the deceased noble of a prick's abode. As me was prowling, me saw a large ornate mirror, an item a particular purveyor contracted yours truly to locate.  The reflective surface caked in soot and dust, recalling how the contractor approached through a mutual comrade requested me handled with gloves. Thinking the spineless milk drinker to be a germaphobe, Tit Tit here did what me knew best. Me was dropping those trousers, exposing mah sweet arse, and rubbed them sweaty cheeks against the surface as a fuck you for all the trouble. That was when it happened; some wench appeared in a cloud of smoke, declaring herself to be one of those, Djinns.

Not being the trusting kind, me found everything she said to be utter beetleshyte, the promise of three wishes seemed bullocks. So me told that Guv to get laid and fuck off as me first "wish." Ya see, that be a mistake, as she sprouted a certain appendage, and let's just say...we danced. Not gonna lie, me had better, me had worse, but me always enjoy a good tussle if ya catch me drift. After the whole ordeal, me shared a cigar with the royal pain in me arse, asked for her name and story and the broad wouldn't shut the fuck up. Her name was secret, a retarded name, but she was clearly not happy given her lot. Be it good or bad, this spirit was a slave, and Tit tit being raised right by her mum, me wasn't fond of that kink. 

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So, we struck a deal, she offered me them blasted wishes, and in turn, me find a way to break her free. Exiting the home, me whistled for me dick, letting them get acquainted before she mounted the raptoid, and we were off to ride into the sunset.  Not gonna lie, me had no clue how the hell we were gonna break the curse that was binding her to that Mirror the slut dragged around. But hell, that city of clocks mw heard about wasn't far, lots of wordy scholarly types, one of them virgins gotta have some information. Not like me was gonna pay, but this ol' scoundrel learned long ago that people are receptive to negotiations, when a loaded caster revolver was shoved into their face. Plus, a girl's gotta have her fun...

Searching for a lead...

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This arid shytehole can fuck off; no matter mah time here, me never get use to sand in me crack, hair and teeth. After some time, we arrived at Clockwork city and forced our way through the massive crowd. Hopping off me loyal dick, I sent the bugger to scamper free less some cunt try to steal me ride and friend. This Djinn, the stuck up runt, had kinda grown on me, sure she was the flowery type, a reminder of my upbringing as a princess. With an expensive taste for wine, but at least she could handle me free spirit.  Us two gorgeous, single ladies were off to chew ass, and kick in some heads to find answers. Two strong-willed women, a pair of guns, on a mission, what could go wrong? 

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It seems the pretentious spirit's arrival triggered a series of events, pissing off another fish, as the guppy swam toward us with her rat and Cerberus close behind. This caramel beauty had a nice set of legs and a sittable face, but the way she spoke down to me friend rubbed me off, and not in a good way. Secret seemed petrified, the talkative broad at the very least shutting up, as me challenged this whore to a duel. What can me say, me enjoy kicking in the balls of stuck-up nobility, kinda a pastime. Myrriah was her name, some spice merchant, wearing an absurd jackal suit of armor. Her taste in fashion was as tacky as her attitude, and so, me loaded me revolver and shot her way. Being a smart yet experienced gal, in more ways than one. Me never knew someone who could stop a round or survive a blast. But, it seemed this spell user was something more; sticking her hand out with a single card, she consumed mah attack and fired it into the sky. 
 

The finger was smoking, as the cougar blew out the smoke still trailing from her digit. Honestly, it was kinda cool, so not to be outdone, me did the same. Kinda busted the barrel against me lip, but me totally meant to do that, so it was cool nonetheless. This self-proclaimed elder spirit revealed how moved she was, finding mah bravery to defend one of her kind to be endearing. Grant it; the bimbo phrased it as "Stupidity and bravado" but the same thing. This merchant saw secret for who she was, no longer considering her a threat, as the slut kidnapped us.  We were kinda teleported, appearing in some sex dungeon or lab, not sure which, as water promptly sprayed all over us. Me suppose that one way of making a lass wet, albeit not my method. Her son, a large rat humanoid named Rakash, looked nothing like the caramel noble. His reaction summed up how me felt, hissing viciously at being doused with god knows what kind of fluids were added to that water.

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There was a metric fuck ton of stuff. Some of it was valuable, but it was enchanted to prevent me sticky fingers from accidentally procuring products. Myrriah revealed herself to be an Arch Djinn; judging by Secret's reaction, me guess that was a big deal. Me wasn't too impressed, not like me could spot the difference between the two spirits. Our pompous host offered to break secret free from the mirror, well….kinda...she was freer but still bound to an item of her choosing. Me guess ol' Tit tit rubbed off on me wish granter, as she requested to be tethered to a dildo. A fine choice, not like many would want to touch, steal, or suspect anything supernatural from such a lewd object. Honestly, me was looking forward to the grand spectacle of shattering the chains, but it kinda just happened.


Truthfully, me felt blue balls, like the disappointment me endured during my first round in the sack. Me was left feeling hollow, dirty, and overall, had to finish the job meself. Still, one step closer, no leads, and so mw told the cunt that we'll smell her later, and we're off to find a way actually to free my friend. Little did miss know it all know, me was a spy, parading around as a rebellious scoundrel.  Me couldn't wait to see the look on me mum and sis face when I tell her this Guv was a Djinn. It might make some good ammunition later on, and if nothing else, would help me people, best handle this possible threat. No matter, we came, found, conquered, and were off to drink our way into a stupor. Maybe this time, me won't end up in jail...
 

Kiss, Kiss, Bang, Bang.

The life of a spy ain't what it seems to be. Most be thinking it be an exciting lifestyle. But nah, this lass knows the pain of living a lie. Even those close to me, such as Secret, they be unable to understand me. Still, the Djinn claims me got two wishes left, so this here cunt going to use them. The problem with depending on these here caster arms is that reloading leaves me vulnerable. And so, for mah second wish, I requested the ability to harness mah energy the same way Secret could, but in a way to best suited for mah dazzling style. To be honest, me expected her to betray this here actress.

 

But nope, mah girl came through for her favorite Giantess. Still, being able to do something, and getting proficient at it, is a lot like sex. It requires alot of time, sweat, energy, and practice. And by the end of it all, ya should feel sore and very loose. Well, assuming ya partner be whatchamacallit...endowed? Anywho, there we were, two girls, alone in the desert going pew.

 

A fifth of vodka left as we got drunk while harnessing me energy. Some might say that be foolish, but me finds risk to be stimulating. We spent a good few years getting it right, practicing by day, flirting in the afternoon, procuring them books for her by night. While she may be a friend with benefits, Secret couldn't know the truth. One loose end could jeopardize my station, plus, not like that regal tush would believe mah claims to the throne. Me learned quickly that them Djinns don't sleep. Which made mah partner in crime very demanding, not gonna lie, was kinda hot. 

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After me got this technique down, this here lass organized a big heist. Robbing some noble's library clean, finger blasting a few backstabbers. Ya see, there be little honor among thieves. It kinda gets tiring, to be honest. Anyway, the man I swiped from, the cockless oaf, developed a fascination. Hiring mercenaries after me, this here girl vanish lest she gets Secret mixed up in that there love affair. A few months on the rad, disposing of his goons, Tit-tit here had enough. I approached the loser, claiming how me found his persistence infatuating.

 

The seduction was easy as we tussled under the sheets. Afterward, while he slept, being the saint that I am. Lubed up mah fist, shoved it forcibly between them hairy cheeks while we kissed. And...bang! Let's say his belly popped like a balloon. Though me swear he climaxed before his death, but it was an erotic experience nonetheless. With all the shyte out the way, this lass be free, and so mah journey continued. Another lie, another smile. All for the good of mah people.

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Catch me if you can.

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