<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ForBqin.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Reign the Devil</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gs7__crSfCc</div></div><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Manshealed Park; Bed <3<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Dorn, Artorius<br/><br/><hr/>By comparison, it was clear that she and Artorius had come to Dorn seeking vastly different rewards, the likes of which he was apparently<em>beyond</em>happy to engage at the same time. A knowing sneer graced her features as Dorn fondled the smaller healer's undercarriage, not bothering to avert her own predatory gaze from the sight. He sure was cute, she could give him that much; He was a<em>real treat</em>to see and hear when he wasn't bowing and frolicking about like an intoxicated fairy. There was no shame in admiring tasty things, not even when one such delicacy happened to be the very kind of person she so often strong-armed simply to pass the time. No, it was not that she 'hated' Artorius, and she was certainly not jealous of him<em>now</em>, not after acquainting herself with the foundation of his very personality soon after meeting him. He was not as open to progression as most of the others in the guild might be, he was just here to get plowed. Which, of course, was understandable. Everyone in the guild came with their own set of sexual appetites, though again...<br/><br/>By comparison, Reign had joined with more than a JUST a good lay in mind. As such, she was absolutely<em>loving</em>this intense, rapidly escalating buildup, grinning from beneath Dorn's strong grip and feeling the beginnings of his enjoyment begin to drizzle over her tail as it threatened to milk him then and there. Reign was not above dragging the pleasure from her prey, big or small, enduring or feeble, with no real action to be taken on her account. Reign could flip her own switch without breaking of sweat, her desire to be touched having taken a backseat to her growing desire to perpetuate this power play between Dorn and herself. Yes; She would handle Dorn. She would invade his mind and soul and pour her very image into both, as where neither were tied to one another, Reign had every intention of becoming the first face he thought of when his massive length began to ache. Her jealousy did not extend to most other tanks, there was no shame in fucking one's friends so long as the boundaries remained clear.<br/><br/>In Dorn's case, however, Reign was allowing these lines to blur. There was love in her eyes, a contorted, very aggressive, very selfish love that she was positive she'd yet to employ for any other tank before. It was<em>everything</em>; His voice, his teasing, his allowances, his<em>magnificent</em>body, the grins, the lingering feel of his hands over every inch of her, and so, so much more. Where others in such a situation might fantasize about similar such feelings of affection and lust for a relatively new partner and might wish for a slow, profound experience, Reign was not so unhurried in her daydreaming. She did want the exchange to be a deeply gratifying 'share' of pleasure and affection between herself and Dorn, but there was something else, some carnal, preestablished<em>need</em>to remove him of his clothes and to feel all of him, all of the time. Even now, being hoisted over his other shoulder as though she weighed nothing at all, she felt something, an almost clairvoyant surge in her gut, as her high perception levels dug worriedly into her stomach. She recognized this sinking sensation. Dorn was FINALLY going to give her what she'd been waiting so 'patiently' for all day. Oh YES-!<br/><br/><em>SLAP!</em><br/>There was no attempt made to pull the metal-bound little black tongue into her mouth as it drooled, the whiplash from the unrestricted blow dizzying her for a moment and her face wrenching in complete and utter ecstasy. There was a thick bounce to follow, her dark, thick rear sure to have been stamped by his gigantic hand. She could feel other things beginning to drool as well, her thighs clenching as the very dainty opening between them began to quiver. Supposedly, the first blow was not the last, and a<em>very pleased, very pained</em>growl oozed from her lips, primitive, quite like her desires at the moment. Dorn had put her incredible spanking and ripe bottom on display for all to see, hardly tucked away by the pair of black underthings she wore to put away not one, but TWO organs.<br/><br/>She could feel her<em>other</em>organ beginning to throb, all but beating against the concealment ward she'd put up earlier that day, renewing her cock's prison sentence for the day. It throbbed inside of her, and it was all she could do not to cum then and there, herself. She was the master of such pleasures, however, and leveled this orgasmic tension out, enjoying the solo edge-play without a care. Her hands, little but savage, ground into his shoulder as he hauled the petite pair of healers off for the big show, hardly even noticing as that as Dorn turned away, a golden grail flew across the room and spilled across her backside, having followed a mortified wail. It was warm, smelling distinctly sweet and lewd all at once, dripping from her shadowy hide and creating an even more tempting visual of dark, shining, bruised flesh, the painful sting of his prior beating proving all too delicious for the Demoness in question. She grinned, sharp white canines flashing as she reached back, panting, to pull the grail from her body and threw it to the floor. She tossed a look over her shoulder, her voice hoarse but far from useless as she noted Akonoh, blushing, agitated, clearly having had something to do with a dreamily pleased looking, hazy-eyed Sara. A chuckle on Reign's part.<br/><br/>"Thanks for the bath, bitches!" she coughed through a villainous laugh, albeit high and bell-like in nature, echoing down the corridor as Dorn carried his pink and black dolls away to play.<br/><br/>Once they'd left the main room, Dorn thundered toward a bedroom, tossing the door in with his foot and throwing them both down on a large, soft bed. His clothes were peeled away and tossed aside, revealing an all but majestic, cream-colored organ for the pair to marvel at as they awaited the particulars of his fancy. Reign, however, did not stare for long, instead quite taken with the tone of his voice as Dorn all but folded Artorius in half. He had take to growling at her in warning as he rubbed her tailtip and let the appendage fall away. Reign did not mind this one bit, her electric blue gaze never leaving his face, even as her overly lengthy tail swayed and bounced, eventually pausing over her bare torso in an arch, allowing her to run her tongue along its exterior to taste the tank's previous leakage, having allowed it to pour over her tail during her teasings and getting to enjoy the salty 'fruits' of her labor now. She watched, unbothered and quite interested as he nestled himself against Arty's tiny entrance and made no move to prepare him further, deciding to spectate for the moment in spite of the mischievous twinkle in her eyes. Unfortunately, this was... seemingly not her best idea. She'd never been known for her ability to simply 'watch', after all.<br/><br/>The throbbing had become stronger and stronger still, and as she watched Artorius's body being defiled, her um. Her 'railroad track', so to speak, had<em>shifted</em>, her body shifting its focus almost instantaneously as another organ poured from the top of her first. She arched her back and was unable to contain a long groan, an agonized sound, drool at the corners of her lips as her ward broke with a soft, quick blue glow. Her hands moved immediately to hold it as it jutted from her thin black panties, small chirps of indignation escaping her through ragged breaths as she leaned back and gazed down at herself in her concerned state. It was neither large nor small, and certainly a pretty sight, a beautifully dark thing that glistened as though it were candied and untouched, coated in her own juices from a lower, more delicate organ, its tight insides awash with excitement from the looks of its slick exterior. The glacé protrusion had begun to leak itself, and it felt as though all of her were on fire; Her pussy was crying out for a merciless entry and her dick was BEYOND itching to find something to delve into. All this in combination with the forceful grab of his large hands was starting to ruin her in the<em>best</em>way, and though her cheeks had grown even BLACKER in her embarrassment, she could not help but to fight his tongue in return. Her vision blurred, spotty at best as he snatched her up by the horn as though it were a handle. She LOVED it.<br/><br/>Would her extra equipment deter him? She could feel that familiar fear and panic again, but chose to set it aside, hoping desperately that at the very least Dorn would ignore it for now.<br/><br/>He had seated her slippery inner thighs atop his hand while letting her tail fall from between his fingers, holding her in such a way that she felt the need to wind her luscious thighs about him and fling her arms about his neck with the fervor of a deprived lover.<br/>She was met by a mix of flavors, welcomed and fit to explore. The tastes of blood, salt, honey, and strawberry cordial flooded her senses, and the metal bar through her tongue slid along his lips and back along her own. Her carnivorous, half-lidded eyes met his as a deeply pleasured purr erupted from her throat despite the previous bout of rough choking. "What was that before, about 'not trying anything'?" she sneered, cupping his face with her hands and pressing her lips to his forehead. The ache in her split lip was added pleasure in her book, and she slid her tongue along the injury again, so good.<br/><br/>With this, Reign decided, then, that both Artorius AND Dorn were VERY in need of some added mischief as the tank pumped away, and the flat, pointed end of her tail had successfully pinpointed Pinky's bubbly little ass cheeks on either side of the 'action'.<br/><br/>Her tail returned to her and the flat bit circled back around at lightning speed, snapping twice at one side of the smaller healer's ass, twice at the other.<em>Whip, whip, snap, crack-</em><br/><br/>She stopped, then, deciding that since she could not overpower Dorn, she would fuck with Artorius just a bit more. She didn't need to see him to know what kind of face he was making, being slammed so hard that she could feel the power in each thrust from Dorn's hands. She was unafraid to spice it up by repeating herself. Her tail reached a bit further up for Artorius' member and devoured it with a nest of writhing coils, more easily manipulated than the monster currently inside the boy had proved to be.<br/>"I can't let something so cute just pass me by." she said lazily and through her teeth, never breaking contact with Dorn's eyes. She moved again back to his lips, so sweet, so strong... She chewed, sinking sharp teeth into his bottom lip with love.<br/><br/>Always, with love.