<br/><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/>His length grew along her tongue like a vine, stretching to further challenge her gag reflex. "Ummgh... do you taste me now? It is the taste of my victory."<br/><br/>His pace was brutal, now pumping his hips into her face on his own. Drath'tor's hellish blood frenzied, already wanting to drown her in his seed. But he didn't want to finish her this quickly. The thought of merely using her mouth was to taunt her. <em>She</em> would sharpen the very weapon he would use to fill her insides. <em>She</em> would be the catalyst for her own sexual annihilation. This was only the beginning for the fiend.<br/><br/>"Are you ready, Godling bitch?" he howled, suddenly controlling his blood and pace. Slowing, he withdrew his length inch-by-inch. He pointed his length at her face, a meaty scimitar aimed between her eyes. What does the scent smell like to a Goddess? <br/><br/>No matter, wrested his hands at her shoulders, forcefully turning her frame around. On her stomach now, she was pinned at the arms, long scaly fingers wrapped around as his talons dug into the floor. He dress hiked upward, his full length began his conquest of her from behind. His hind legs perched forward as his hips pushed into her backside. The tip of his barb pushed into her lower lips. In the same methodical pace as he left her mouth, his ribbed length drove into her core to the hilt, his loins violently slamming into her ass. <br/><br/>"You will call me by my name. I will not stop until you do." His voice crawled like the build-up of thunder. Thunder before...<br/><br/>The lightning. Drath'tor's mighty tail fiercely cracked at the ground in satisfaction, all while he stretched her depths eagerly.<br/><br/>The breeding of his first whore Goddess had begun.<br/><br/></span><hr/><br/>Pleasure Roll: 1d20=<strong>18</strong>