<b>Vergil/Worg 5:23</b><br/><br/>Vergil winced with each step, he had to get there, and judging by the gasping, the worg was definately doing a good job of getting her ready.  If that thing drained her powers, they'd be in trouble.  Worse yet, if it somehow impregnated her... well, the puppy didn't want to think about that.  It had to stop it, but with the wounds he suffered, it was hard to move.<br/><br/>The worg was driven on by her gasps, and her hardened nipples.  Soon enough its work with her pants was done, and the jeans lay at times on her, but at others, tatters on the ground with her shirt.  The only defense against that red cock now was the thin material her cotton panties would provide.  Mounting up between her legs, the worg positioned itself against the thin material.  It looked straight into her eye, grinning, before thrusting forward.... and hitting an unseen barriar.  With a frustrated growl, it continued to try to get past to it, the seemingly indestructable material those panties were apparently made from still held against its bright red battering ram.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>