<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/><em>Quite the delight, aren't you? ... Very well, Godling!</em><br/><br/>Slowing a bit, he lerched forward and snatched both of her wrists in his claw-barbed hands. "I'm far more than you can handle, little rabbit. Let me show you!"<br/><br/>Pulling her by the wrists from his dominant position behind her, he took satisfaction in turning her aching back into a bow. Her taut breasts threated to bursting from her dress as his pace suddenly quickened. The power of his rutting escalated, pumping her ass with savage thrusts while hot crimson loins violently slapped against her cheeks. His knees started to dig into the ground, and his calves grinded against hers. <br/><br/><em>So... Tight! When I own this one, I think I'll finish her off my way.</em><br/><br/>The imagery of filling her with every drop of him after her face would twist in a stupor was further motivation for him. He wanted the sight more than anything, the finish once she submits. A feral growl rumbled through gnashed rows of pointed teeth. The orange smoke bled from his flaring, hellish eyes -- even flashing with every push and smack against her ripe backside. And in every successful motion, a loud grunt followed to punctuate his dominance over his bunny goddess pet. <br/><br/>"Scream for me, fuck puppet!" he roared in demand, the pounding unrelenting. "Scream, bitch! I am your Demon God, Drath'tor!"<br/><br/></span><hr/>Pleasure Roll (Anal, Critical): 1d20=<strong>12</strong>x 2