<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/566896805904777217/648070034824101888/d3da4e5fca42b72282785c719bc8ccff.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Hazeel's grunts were along the same tandem as Shana's moans, the man finding it harder and harder to endure how her cunt seemed to fit his cock like a glove around it. His mind was all too aware of what could happen if he lost this mating dance, but his cock had a mind of its own, and wished to spill its seed inside of her womb and breed her like a common whore with an unprotected womb. He noticed that she didn't have a hymen, which meant that she possibly had done this before with someone else. Now for some reason, he wondered if he was stronger than her previous prey, and he mentally cursed himself for wanting to "win" this imaginary game as opposed to try to keep his wits intact.<br/><br/>He released her ears, not finding the reaction that he was wishing as their lips pressed together. Hazeel wrapped his tongue around hers, wrestling with it much like their own mating dance as one of his hands moved up behind Shana. The finger pressed against her ass, testing the ring as he pressed his pointer finger into the other hole while his thrusts only met her hips every few bounces of her own hips. He grunted each time, moaning into the kiss as he bit her bottom lip, then embroiled himself into another kiss with her. They made out like lovers, and fucked like animals... testing Hazeel's vows. If Lillith saw him right now, he was sure he wouldn't have much to come home to back in his own world. But he also knew that's what the Whispers wanted. Those rogue thoughts would keep him here... and a pawn for whatever plans they had in the future.<br/><br/><em>Hazeel rolls a Pleasure Roll: 1d20 = 7<br/><br/>Hazeel uses Inner Peace to reduce the next +10 Pleasure received to 0.</em></span>