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Re: Trapped in the Underdark - In Character
Ventus,
The old Training hall
Tag: Vel, Dasyra
Ventus observed the mounting of Dasyra with curiosity, and maybe a hint of jealousy in her eyes, though the elf easily.. distracted her from such things, her smirk widening.. whilest not a sadist by nature, Dasyras.. provocative display seemed to be quite effective of the deathknights long supressed flames of desire. "Huh. She does seem to quite enjoy this place.." Ventus commented, her own shaft twitching as she watched Vels assault upon her bride. "I do agree that hellhounds are reliable, but they do not mix well with my own innate powers.. shadow mastiffs hmnn.. I know little of these ones." She admitted, staring calmly into those red, hungry eyes, her cold cock pulsing at the sight before her, before she.. helped herself to Dasyras mouth after the same had spoken on, a slight hint of competetiveness emerging as she pushed deep within the elfs slender mouth, taking hold of her shoulder and pulling Dasyra towards her, only to allow the Quasit-wolf to slam deep into her, not quite struggling for the elf, but certainly not standing on the sidelines either.
"This horny bitch is talking way too much, I figured." Ventus grinned, though there was just a hint of hesitation with treating Dasyra this way.. before others. Still, it seemed Dasyra did not mind, so the Deathknight smirked, strengthening her grip a little.. and letting the elf feel just a hint of the strength of who had been a warrior in life, now an undead commander of many centuries, holding her in place whilest demanding.: "Service me, slave, enough playing about.. as for your suggestions, Vel.. " she chuckled, thrusting deeper into Dasyra:
"I'm quite comfortable the way I am. If I wish to fuck someone for hours.. I shall. If I don't wish for them to move, by my chains, or by my will alone, they shan't." Ventus smirked, looking at Dasyra, clearly.. getting into the flow herself by now:
"Be you proud elf, or lowly bitch, one way or the other you are mine. You will make me cum as the beast uses you.. and if you please me well, maybe I shall want to see you as a bitch some more."
The old Training hall
Tag: Vel, Dasyra
Ventus observed the mounting of Dasyra with curiosity, and maybe a hint of jealousy in her eyes, though the elf easily.. distracted her from such things, her smirk widening.. whilest not a sadist by nature, Dasyras.. provocative display seemed to be quite effective of the deathknights long supressed flames of desire. "Huh. She does seem to quite enjoy this place.." Ventus commented, her own shaft twitching as she watched Vels assault upon her bride. "I do agree that hellhounds are reliable, but they do not mix well with my own innate powers.. shadow mastiffs hmnn.. I know little of these ones." She admitted, staring calmly into those red, hungry eyes, her cold cock pulsing at the sight before her, before she.. helped herself to Dasyras mouth after the same had spoken on, a slight hint of competetiveness emerging as she pushed deep within the elfs slender mouth, taking hold of her shoulder and pulling Dasyra towards her, only to allow the Quasit-wolf to slam deep into her, not quite struggling for the elf, but certainly not standing on the sidelines either.
"This horny bitch is talking way too much, I figured." Ventus grinned, though there was just a hint of hesitation with treating Dasyra this way.. before others. Still, it seemed Dasyra did not mind, so the Deathknight smirked, strengthening her grip a little.. and letting the elf feel just a hint of the strength of who had been a warrior in life, now an undead commander of many centuries, holding her in place whilest demanding.: "Service me, slave, enough playing about.. as for your suggestions, Vel.. " she chuckled, thrusting deeper into Dasyra:
"I'm quite comfortable the way I am. If I wish to fuck someone for hours.. I shall. If I don't wish for them to move, by my chains, or by my will alone, they shan't." Ventus smirked, looking at Dasyra, clearly.. getting into the flow herself by now:
"Be you proud elf, or lowly bitch, one way or the other you are mine. You will make me cum as the beast uses you.. and if you please me well, maybe I shall want to see you as a bitch some more."