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Get Out Alive.

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Setekh

Loner

Master Intellectual (240)

Advanced Fighter (90)

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age
6 Years
gender
Male
gems
314
size
Extra large
build
Balanced
posts
68
player
TrenRanu

Pride - Polysexual
01-23-2024, 11:49 PM


The man’s paw presses harder, deeper into the woman’s throat, his eyes ablaze with a tempest of anger and utter madness. Setekh’s grip shifted sporadically as his focus ebbed and flowed, alternating between a crushing force on her throat and a manic intensity upon her nethers, revealing the instability that surged within him. It was so wholly consuming. "Oh… Oh, my lovely chalice of sweet, sweet ichor. You. Know. My. Absinth~ Do not lie, do not fret. I can feel her in your bones. She is my heart and soul- Didn’t you know?" Let it be known! It will be shown! Each word was punctuated by a fervor that bordered on the edge of obsession, rhythmically hinting at a connection with Absinth that ran deep and… horribly tumultuous. Setekh was being tossed about within his own psyche, eager to wring the truth out from this insignificant woman. But no. No. Was she not just a goddess, a brutal beauty? She had been, before he was reminded of the true divinity he was seeking. His thoughts shifted again, instead running wild with imagery of his daughter, all… grown up. With the delicious imagination that she was surely a woman by now, curvaceous and supple. What would her voice sound like? How low could it drop, how loud could she scream? Gasp? Moan? A shudder cascades down from his spine, sending his every ivory follicle on edge. From his cracked grin fell a dribble of drool, which fell upon his captive’s chest as the man’s eyes glazed over. Lost to his delusions. ‘Daddy! You know, I love you, you’re the only one that cares about me. You’re the only one I need.’ Yes. Yes. All he needed was for his daughter to come to him, come running into his awaiting embrace and… and all would be forgiven.

The air crackled with a blazing tension as if his very presence disrupted the stability of the surroundings. His voice, a volatile mix of disjointed growls and whispers, resonated with an unsettling cadence as he spoke again. "When you wake, my love—Tell her. Tell her... I've come for her. She must have been so lonely, so full of sorrow. But it's all over now. I will find her. So she needn’t worry. No more running away. Hm?" Never stray, never betray! Lest your world be nothing but gray! The God giggled, deep and bubbly. As the whirlwind of his emotions subsided into peaceful tranquility on his part, Setekh roughly handled the woman, his movements erratic and unpredictable. The body was still on edge even while his mind had elapsed into fixation on a different purpose for this woman below him. “Mmm, and- do a good job with my message, and I’ll sate that hunger of yours~ For now though, you’ll simply satisfy mine." With a curved spine, blood like wine!” He sought eye contact with the wine-colored woman, a tone so wickedly teasing to his voice as he ensured she had heard him. Then, he renewed his grip upon her throat, his jaws clamping down harshly; his tongue coming to lick long soothing comforts in between his horrid love bite. She was so sweet. Truly, like wine. He continued his vigorous motions on her womanhood, smirking as he felt her body tense and writhe beneath him. He sought to bring her the utmost pleasure, a climax within the fracturing of her awareness. He would have nothing else.

The promise hung in the air like a storm cloud. And Setekh would not let her go until her consciousness finally fled from her grasp, especially not before her... convulsions of pleasure dissipated through her wondrous bodice. Only then did he release her, his fangs having dug deep trenches within the tender flesh of her throat.

[Exit Setekh.]

"He Speaks" | 'He Thinks' | The Madness


Rated R for mature themes, gore, violence, and abuse.




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