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AIN'T NOBODY GOT TIME FOR THAT

Her long, thin, body rolled across the earth, her hips pressed firmly against it, and the ever slight curve of her back rose from the earth. Her head was aimed for the skies, belly upturned, and a soft sensual moan arose from her lips. She wanted someone to just come for her, someone to just talk to. For not had a soul escaped her allure without her getting exactly what she wanted. Not some beautiful Slendyboy, not some young little Arkhos. she was a harpy, through and through, offering her youth, you agility, her body, for any that would take. She wanted, she craved, and she needed, people. It didn't matter who came to her call, but she was very in the knowing someone would.

ooc; gonna play this pre-Ludicael joining :3

anddd MATURE.

Vanilla coated legs would carry him to the south. Having come from the barren and recently burned land of the Old Alacritia, Marvel was glad to be in the fertile new Alacritia. However fertile it may be though, he had found it so far to be quite barren of females. This worried the man, as he could not go without female company for long - or at least he didn't want to. However, as luck would have it, a lass of the purest white would grace sterling eyes. The bitch was rolling on the earth, practically inviting the lurking man to take her right then and there. The fire in his loins beckoned him to do so, but his mind told him precautions needed to be taken. This dame could have a mate, she could have a man waiting just around the bend, and Marvel wasn't about to start a war for a piece of ass. Even though hers was rather delicious. The vanilla man would creep forward on silent paws, coming up beside her and whispering in her ear, his voice deep and bassy. Well hello, he would offer as he slithered by her, coming to rest on her other side and watching her with steely eyes. Speech,

[Mature]

THIS LITTLE GIRL IS CAPABLE OF MURDER

He would come, no surprise of course, an ivory brute that looked positively delicious. A kind greeting would melt from his tones, his evident interest clear in every syllable that dripped and every gaze that he ran over her taught bodice. The harpy would giggle manically against the ground, her figure writhing until she was turned onto her side. "Hey sweetheart," she cooed, "Gonna stand there all day?" she inquired, a twist of her head came forth and the woman waited carefully, allowing her tail to slowly dust across the topography. Surely he wasn't going to play all the introductory games with her? After all, she herself was even being far less venomous that was atypical for the brilliant harpy.

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His weight shifted from side to side, his hips rolling lightly, suspended just above the earth as he stood there, watching her with scrutinizing eyes. Her reaction would mean a lot as to whether or not she was looking for the same thing he was. A quick lay, that's all he wanted. No strings attached, just a release. Use her and abuse her, that's all he needed. He'd been pent up for far too long, and even now he felt his heart racing at the very thought of getting laid. But it was up to her, Marvel wasn't going to force her, unless that's what got her hot. She turned onto her side, every movement causing the fire in his loins to burn hotter and hotter. Her response was positive, a green light in the man's mind. A steely eye winked as he slithered close again, lying on his stomach and placing his head very close to her own. What's your pleasure, dollface? He wasn't a selfish man in bed, and this would be no exception. There was very little he hadn't tried, and almost nothing she could say would surprise him. Almost nothing. Speech,

She was a lowly disgusting creature, perhaps dancing on the verge of death every single day, and yet she could have it no other way. Her pleasures crafted her, made her what she wanted to be. She wanted to screw the world. Quite literally in fact, and comically, came yet another willing partner, one who looked at her with the same ravenous look she attained from everyone. No one would resist her. She would not allow it. "My pleasure is you, and I want you to slam me until I bleed," her words drawled in a heavy hiss. He wasn't leaving. She was demanding him now, he had stepped far too deep into her web, and now his blood was to be hers. Her body would rise, her posture turning her back to him. "Now!"

Speech.

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Voice rang out, commanding and clear. Ears would perk immediately and a sly grin would taint his face. She liked it rough, eh? He could roll that way. She would bark a command. Impatient are we? A bassy rumble bubbled up from his trachea as he slithered closer, resting his head on her rump and breathing in seductively. Removing his chin from her skin, Marvel pivoted to her right side and forward until his muzzle was aligned with her ear. Beg. Commanding notes slipped out. He wanted her to beg for him, to plead for it. Marvel had a power here, and he would enforce that power as much as he could. A twinkle dazzled in his sterling eyes as he waited to hear her plea. If it was good enough he would let her have it, and if not he might tease her just a bit more. In the mean time, the man's fangs snaked to the left, toward her frame. Nibbling brusquely, the man would center his attention on her shoulder blades, biting a bit harder than he might normally - because he knew she wanted it that way. Marvel was a ladies man, and he'd learned long ago to oblige them when he could. He would continue to give her love bites - minus the love - as he awaited her breathy pleading tones. Speech,