<strong>Name:</strong>Anatas, Haraim<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Demona<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Golden Pick, VIP Room<br/><br/>The beastman was having a difficult time understanding how a demon could bring him to what felt like Heaven as he thrust all of his many inches into the succubus' hot folds, which drew him in more and more, even when he had sunk his entire shaft into her body and his swollen testes slapped against her soft skin. He was already mere seconds away from delivering one of the biggest loads of his life when he suddenly felt an odd sting on the skin between his oversized balls, his thrusts pausing as a sudden, almost staggering heat overtook his already sensitive loins, his balls feeling like too solid weights filled from wall to wall with his seed, and his large cock growing even more and feeling almost literally as hard as stone, too rigid to even bend very much. He started pounding into Demona with a newfound, desperate zeal, the desire to release this overwhelming amount of built-up pleasure overtaking all other though processes. When he finally came, he shouted and tore his claws into the couch, member erupting like a fire hose and delivering more than double his previous load directly into the woman's body, making sure every last drop was inside her before he slipped out and fell back against the couch in a daze, his member still pointing straight up in the air and twitching.<br/><br/>"Had your fun?" asked a fierce voice after Demona had just enough time to plant her bead, the same light-eyed dwarf lieutenant she had met before approaching with a sharp glare in his eyes and a sharper axe in his hand. The weapon was clearly enchanted if the glowing blue ruins along its edge and handle were any indication, so it would certainly be able to harm a body like hers, despite her being a demon. "We're not fans of your kind inside our clubs, so I suggest you get out before I make you ride something a little less fun," he threatened, gesturing to his axe as he stepped onto and then over one of the unconscious humans. Clothes or not, he would lead her to the door with a blade to her throat before pushing her out and locking her out, not looking forward to cleaning up after a rather "passionate" succubus attack.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Marchosias<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Ayr, Jessamyne<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside of The Golden Pick<br/><br/>Sensing the release and intake of a great amount of sexual energy, Marc could only assume Demona had accomplished what he had sent the group in to do and decided it was time for the raid itself. Taking out his phone, he made a quick call to both the archon and the elf, both of whom would hopefully not be preoccupied. "Time to move out, whether you got your jobs done or not. If we wait too long, the real crowd of Gravediggers and Unleashed we'll show up and we won't have enough manpower," he warned, hoping the shaft to the subway had at least been sabotaged. Whatever the case, he nodded around to those who were going to be in the main attack, signaling them to get their weapons of choice out and get ready.