Morroja's cheeks flushed as the Flayer's claws slid over her smooth skin, between her thick legs and over her muscled, smooth limbs. A soft moan escaped her lips as the Flayer's words dripped into her ear. She hadn't felt such attention in a while, usually her bedding partners would spill their seed with nary a kiss, but the Flayer seemed to analyse, tease and make her want for more. Maybe this was its twisted idea of playing hard to get?<br/><br/>Then suddenly she was alone, her thin cloth shorts damp between her thighs and nipples stiff as the Flayer leapt away. Inwardly she sighed, the Flayer's heavy attack shaking her body and in-turn her chest. She dropped to the floor and kicked one boot out, the boot with the small silver knife, the slender tip aimed for between the toes of the beast's clawed foot, hoping to cripple it. Then she'd have her way no matter what the creature said.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>