<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/566896805904777217/648070034824101888/d3da4e5fca42b72282785c719bc8ccff.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">It had worked. Hazeel didn't know where these sudden prayers and answers came from, but it no doubt had something to do with the Whispers. The Whispers were weak against Azalea, but it did manage to bring Hazeel some tricks of the trade that he could use to get a one up on this lying minx. Once she had finally relaxed, Hazeel could gather his bearings and hold Azalea's hips as she looked down into his eyes, trying to find the humanity that Hazeel had forced to bury deep into his psyche in order to endure all of the things he had done to these goddesses.<br/><br/>He had raped so many of them, forced them onto their knees and backs just for the Whispers. That same chaotic energy was now giving him his lifeline out of this mess. Hazeel moved one of his hands up to Azalea's cheek, cradling it while she looked deep into his eyes. He bit down the rage that he held for the woman, not wanting the spell to break. But even then, the magical energy around his eyes was starting to dissipate, and Hazeel quickly took the chance to stuff his cock deep into Azalea's body. The fat cockhead buried into the deepest parts of her body, as if he was stabbing it straight into her soul and fucking her soul into the deep expanse that he had fallen into. "I will help you..." Hazeel muttered, lying through his teeth as his heart started to hammer in his chest from fear that she would see right through him. "Whatever this problem is... we can get through it together... but I can't have you on top, Azalea. You're too... strong... and I can't help you..."<br/><br/>As if to accentuate his words, Hazeel wasn't able to push her off of him, and instead he had used most of his energy to stab his cock deep into her body, forbidding her from switching positions for a long while. He sawed his cock back and forth into her insides, her body a formidable foe against his massive black scepter. A throne fit for a Queen... it seemed. The magic disappeared from his eyes, and Hazeel gasped as he tried to hold her hips and prevent her from riding atop his cock the way that she had done. "Azalea, slower," he begged, trying to coax the magic back to his eyes but finding it lacking. "You don't need to go this fast..."<br/><br/><em>Hazeel rolls a pleasure roll: 1d20 = 8 and a Determination roll = 2<br/><br/>Hazeel uses Deep Impact to Body Break Azalea!</em></span>