<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/566896805904777217/648070034824101888/d3da4e5fca42b72282785c719bc8ccff.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Azalea shouldn't have been telling him her plans. Even as Hazeel felt her insides clenching down on him and begging another orgasm from his balls, Hazeel kept his composure even if he had to groan out from her insides sucking on his cock for dear life, like the perfect toy or whore. He could see straight through those hazel irises into something far more devious and sinister. If Hazeel let this spirit out, he assumed just as much that he would never be able to leave. It was why he intended to beat this woman at her own game, and hope that if he defeated her in this carnal match, that he would be able to escape this underwater but not underwater chasm.<br/><br/>Hazeel felt her insides fit and clench down on him like a glove as her movements suddenly changed in their tempo and position. Hazeel laid back upon the ground as Azalea's movements became more controlled and he failed another attempt to throw her on her belly or at least off of his cock so that he could mount her a different way. The magic surrounding his balls flickered, as if waiting for Azalea's worst spell. He grit his teeth and reached up to slap Azalea on the other cheek, leaving a red hand print that would fade with time as he outright challenged her to do her worst. "Cum with me... bitch..." he growled, glaring in her eyes as he felt her spell approaching his body, and he prepared an enduring spell of his own.<br/><br/><em>Hazeel rolls a pleasure roll: 1d20 = 3</em></span>