<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/566896805904777217/648070034824101888/d3da4e5fca42b72282785c719bc8ccff.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">He thought he had died, but as Hazeel had ended up in the clutches of Azalea, he began to wish that he did instead. He was back in the arms of the crazy wench who had tried to ruin his life and keep him for herself. Hazeel couldn't believe her. He wouldn't. He had let his guard down with her before, and she had almost broken his mind and left him an eternal sex doll for her to use for any of her insane demonic purposes. Even as he woke to her doting gaze and warm grip, Hazeel wasn't able to pull away from her as she laid him down onto the floor and began to strip out of her garments. The adrenaline started to pump within him as he realized the situation that he was in. If he allowed Azalea to get her way, he would never be able to leave her clutches again. He would be trapped within the milky warmth and grip of her cunt day in and day out as she rode him until his body finally gave way and he perished from her love.<br/><br/>It was this realization alone that forced Hazeel to reach down to his ankle, which had previously dislocated from the seaweed's harsh grip. He roared in pain as he shoved it back into place, the feeling surging back into his ankle through pins and needles. But he wasn't able to stay sitting up for long as Azalea hugged him and tried to explain that all of this was a misunderstanding, and what she wished was for the good of both of their interests. Hazeel tried to push her away or stop her touches, but his grip simply paled in comparison to her strength. She had gotten stronger since they last met... while Hazeel seemed to be falling further and further into her web. "Get off of me..." Hazeel growled, his once horrified mind now seeing completely through Azalea's charade. His cock however was still a cock, and still required desire and attention and hardened quickly within her grasp. He groaned out from her grip, the warmth encasing his flesh, but the hell didn't truly come until she mounted him and sank down onto his cock, burying him balls deep inside of her. He was able to endure her first thrust after knowing what it would feel like, but he immediately knew that fucking her cunt was something that he definitely didn't want to do. He tried to move his hands to his hips, but only ended up failing in moving her. She felt like a lead weight on top of him, which forced him to try and work around her.<br/><br/>His hands reached up to grab onto her massive breasts as he started to massage them and pull lightly on the nipples, fighting back in his own way while he tried to gather the strength to lift her off of his lap. "I don't believe you, you liar!" Hazeel roared into her face, with a groan interrupting his words as her cunt sucked on him heavenly, begging for a load straight out of his balls. "I'll leave you here in this hut along with your lies, you wench!"<br/><br/><em>Hazeel rolls a mental resistance roll: 2d6= 8. Hazeel is no longer Horrified.<br/><br/>Hazeel rolls an injury recovery roll: 1d6 + 1d10 = 9. Hazeel is no longer Injured.<br/><br/>Hazeel tries to change position: 2d6 = 10. Failure.<br/><br/>Hazeel rolls a pleasure roll: 1d20 = 10, and uses Determination for an additional roll: 1d20 = 5</em></span>