<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/86/Dallas_DevilLord.jpg/539px-Dallas_DevilLord.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/><br/>Drath'tor's grin streaked across his face, fangs gleaming like sharpened jaw blades. "Hah! I even had her.. ah!... in this position!" His tail repeated the same back and forth lash at the ground as before. Left, then right. His momentum kept up, though he was feeling pressure from her core. A goddess felt sublime, even better than a Succubus to take do a den and just wear out.  His taunting broken apart by jolts of pleasure and snarls of exhersion. "Ah! Never... thought I'd...enjoy fucking a.. Goddess... so.. much!"<br/><br/>His loins smashed deep against her ass with a hard slap, as if punctuating a sentence. Before a moment of pause, he continued in shorter thrusts, staying buried half-staff as his barbed scimitar plundered her depths.<br/><br/>"Is this all you... have to muster? Pa...thet..ic!"<br/><br/></span><hr/><br/>Pleasure Roll: 1d20=<strong>13</strong>(Cunt)