I'm Worse At What I Do Best
I'M KNOWN TO PUNCH 'EM IN THE DICK AT THE END OF A FIGHT
ooc. Hi I'm just gonna mark the rest of this asshole's posts from here on out as language warning-ified.
Easily spooked, this one. Predatory gleam would come into their eyes, tongue sliding over their jaws once more. Her posture shifted, submissive and frightened. What was the big idea? Fucking, obviously. Flaunting herself like that, baring her soft belly to them and leaving herself open to attack. They were all but entitled to spill her guts or fuck her senseless as they chose.
Her rage was sparked when they called it like it was. A cruel grin would stretch their lips over their teeth. Excuse her, indeed. A once over was directed to the deity, as though it wasn't plainly obvious that she had asked for this. She continued to balk, as though she couldn't comprehend what had lead to this series of events. Called herself a beauty. A rough laugh would rumble past their lips, grin fading into a smirk. "Love, who are you to be so outraged? You roll about like a whore, and ask that none would take what you're offering?" Emphasis was placed upon that crucial verb. The godling would not grovel or beg, they would take her if they so chose.
AND I NEVER SAY I'M SORRY AT THE END OF THE NIGHT