I'm Worse At What I Do Best
I'M KNOWN TO PUNCH 'EM IN THE DICK AT THE END OF A FIGHT
ooc. hey so Kaine muse says no rape in this post, sorry?
The rage continued to build in the little pixie, tongue sliding between her teeth. Outrage and fury poured from her. The godling was thrumming with mania, energy boiling beneath their skin. A vulgar rant began to spill from her maw, while her ass danced as far away from them as possible. This was a dangerous game she was playing, tempting them like this. One objection caught their attention. Ah yes, introductions. "Of course, how rude of me." Rumbling vocals would croon, muzzle tipping upwards with a little shake. It was all theatrics, of course. Whatever it took to keep this little game going. The itch in their balls was ever present, getting worse knowing that she had yet to flee. "Kaine Abraxas, love." Mismatched gaze would fall upon her again, boring into her own amethyst eyes.
Predatory form would slink in a circle around her much smaller form. Head low, they took in the scent of her. How tempting it was, to fuck a pixie like that. After all, Pyralis had already taken one of the local fire spirits. Why not them a pixie? She was quite the lovely thing. A host of scars, crisscrossing her haunches. This one had been a slave already, used for fucking. Oh, pity. Playing with broken toys was no fun. Perhaps they could warm her up to it. Remind her how could it can be. "Little pixie, I could make this a pleasurable affair. You'll be begging for more, I guarantee it." Sliding up alongside her, jaws would part dangerously close to her ashen audit. "Come on, little pixie." They crooned softly, grinning devilishly.
AND I NEVER SAY I'M SORRY AT THE END OF THE NIGHT