<img alt="Image" src="http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/monstergirlencyclopedia/images/7/70/1414542689950.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width/549?cb=20141030032057"/><br/><br/>OOC: I'm adding an 'S' to the name. Things should not be arbitrarily harder.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Sasara</span><br/><br/>"An~ie~l," I tease, "that's not it at all. Lovers are<span style="font-style: italic">always</span>on the same rung of the civilised food chain. I'll feed you, and be fed by you. Eat you, and be eaten by you. Make love to you, and be made love by you," I hold her face, and kiss her with slow passion, as I gently-as-possible unwrap her virginity.<br/><br/>"You're moving into a different world, now, Aniel," I tell her, as my tail pulses inside her, gently, gently. "Your partners will always satisfy your body, one way," my fingertips trace up her mons, onto her belly, "or another," I murmur, kissing my way down her throat. "Poor lovers make great meals," I tell her. "You're not a thing, worthless once unwrapped, you're a demidragoness, and your lovers should be honoured by the opportunity to delight you, for the mere chance to sire heirs upon you."<br/><br/>I moan, low and hot in my throat, "and your<span style="font-style: italic">fingertips</span>" I whimper, as she explores me in all the perfect ways, sharp when she's supposed to be sharp, gentle when she's supposed to be gently. I... writhe on her, and around her.<br/><br/>OOC: Perception 15-ish<br/><br/>"Your little friend's watching us," I murmur, nibbling her ear. "I'm going down on you," I continue, sliding with a naga's seeming-bonelessness, contorting myself to bring my face to my tailtip, long tongue sliding from my lips. I'm too far inside her, my tail too thick, for my tongue to join it, but her soft, puffy, stretched entranceway... that I can lick, and do. At her center, her flavour is divine, and I feel a twinge of regret that I didn't make a meal of her... but I'm sure the opportunity will come, at some point, to make her my stomach's willing guest, and to be the willing guest of hers.<br/><br/>Slowly, my forked tongue licks her edges, whilst her clawed fingertips work inside me, until we<span style="font-style: italic">both</span>find the perfect place, tease it, our attentions focusing upon it,<span style="font-style: italic">agonisingly</span>slowly, until slowly becomes fast enough, more than fast enough, a speed and desire utterly out of control...<br/><br/>...and the world becomes chaos...<br/><br/>"...it isn't<span style="font-style: italic">normally</span>like that," I murmur, as I kiss her lips, after, letting Aniel taste herself on mine. Agony has tinged the ecstasy, and Aniel's probably developed a bit of a kink from it. I think I might've, too, even moreso than I might've expected, being fingered to orgasm by a beclawed sorceress. "I think they opened the Well." I murmur, disentangling myself from Aniel, hunkering down against the ground.<br/><br/>Without much favour, I lightly pluck a pebble from the ground, and flick it against one of the nearer soldiers. Are they ghosts? Are we?