<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 sneered, his eyes taking in the sight of her enormous chest threatening to burst from her dress. <br/><br/><em>She thinks to summon me like that one haughty bitch. This one seems even more vain. Good. <br/><br/>Ana? This must be Ana.</em><br/><br/>Her entire demeanor seemed rabbit-like to him, which seemed oddly fitting. He stomped toward her, cracking his neck as he peered down at her.  <br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"<strong><em>You!</em></strong>"</span> she roared in another bear trap smile of sharp fangs. Without any hesitation, he snatched her at the waist from her throne. Tossing her nearby to the ground, on all fours. "And your throne, rabbit queen! But first--" The dress hid much outside of her impressive bust, but her backside practically invited him. In an instant, the fiend sprung behind her, hiking up her dress and pulling her underwear down to her knees. <br/><br/>"You belong to <em>me</em> now, queen bitch!" the demon taunted her. <br/><br/>The crown tip of his cock pierced at the tight star of the Goddess' asshole, pushing his length slowly inch-by-inch. "I'll be the spectre to your nightmare, and devour your sin from behind!" <br/><br/>Beginning to sate his appetite with little to no fanfare, his thrusts were short and slow... but not gentle. Clawed hands gripped the small of her waist as he buried his weapon further and further with every thrust. <br/><br/>"Loosen up, little rabbit! I'm about to speed up!"<br/><br/><br/></span><hr/>Pleasure Roll (Anal): 1d20=<strong>17</strong>