<strong>Grim Raping</strong><br/><br/>Staring at this soft, vulnerable thing from the dark recesses of its hood, the Nectus approached her slowly but surely.  As she was backed up as far as the chain let her, it reached out an ashen hand and stroked her face.  Where its skin met hers, it felt like each and every one of her nerve endings had been pinched and searing pain shot through her cheek.  It quirked its head at her reaction and then brought the tip of its scythe to her face.  The blade was a giant phallus, covered in pulsing veins and leaking a noxious, translucent fluid that the Nectus rubbed against her lips, forcing her to taste the evil secretions.  The scythe itself seemed more alive than its wielder and gave an animal noise as it felt her warm lips on its tip.