DnD Sex Edition

The quaggoth is a race of bear-like humanoids that inhabit the Underdark along with Drow and Duergar. They’re a more primitive race that are often enslaved by others. Free quaggoths are nomadic within an established territory and are known for taking or eating the bodies of all who died in battle, regardless of species. 

You catch a glimmer of something pale moving through the darkness. The depths have sapped many creatures here of their color. They would be blind and burned by the sun if they ever made it to the surface world. You’ve adapted to the dark much better than they would adapt to the light. 

You’ve been trying to approach the quaggoth for most of the day. The pungent musk she leaves behind is easily recognizable as her approaching heat and you would like to be the male she mates with.

The cavern opens up into a wide chamber, dimly lit with glowing fungi. She is waiting for you, perched on a stone shelf. Her bulky body is covered with dense white fur.

She barks a greeting, widening her legs in an invitation, obviously caught up in her own hormonal changes.

Make a Performance check (DC 10) to hit it and quit it with the quaggoth.

On a success: You make a show of flaring your cloak to look larger as you approach, trying to show her that you are a worthy mate. She huffs, impatiently, and snarls at you. “Mate. Now.” (In Undercommon). You step between her legs and kneel down. Fur covers every inch of her body, but you begin questing with your fingers, seeking her warm entrance. Her musk is overwhelming this close to her core. You seek blindly, parting thick coarse fur. Her longer outer pelt hides the shorter softer hairs of an undercoat. 

A large clawed hand suddenly slams down on your head as she reaches to press your mouth against her hairy slit. You begin licking automatically and are rewarded with her guttural groan and several furs that cling annoyingly to your tongue. You pause momentarily to try and scrape at your tongue, but her annoyed growl is enough to help you refocus. 

You eat at her, trying to find the right spots but the damned fur foils you at every turn and eventually, you pull back. Standing, you find her staring at you expectantly, and possibly a little frustrated.

You pull your cock out and, using the trail of dampness your mouth created, find her canal once more, hair tickling at your length. You slide home in her warm wet body, pausing to enjoy the sensation before pulling back. Your thrusts build to a steady rhythm and she relaxes enough to almost purr. The vibrations travel straight to your cock and suddenly, you’re coming. 

You sag against her softness, like lying on a bearskin rug, and your eyes flutter closed. When you awaken, she is gone.

PC avoids a quaggoth encounter and has a short rest.

On a fail: You make a show of flaring your cloak to look larger as you approach, trying to show her that you are a worthy mate. She huffs, impatiently, and snarls at you. “Mate. Now.” (In Undercommon). You step between her legs and kneel down. Fur covers every inch of her body, but you begin questing with your fingers, seeking her warm entrance. Her musk is overwhelming this close to her core. You seek blindly, parting thick coarse fur. Her longer outer pelt hides the shorter softer hairs of an undercoat. 

A large clawed hand suddenly slams down on your head and you are ripped away from your would-be mate. A huge male quaggoth with scars criss-crossing his body screams a challenge at you. 

Roll for Initiative. The PC starts the combat Prone and without weapons drawn. If the PC defeats this challenger, another quaggoth could appear to challenge him or he could proceed with mating with the female at the GM’s discretion.