<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cantankerous Cleric Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=325526.msg15653608#msg15653608)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Them Trees<br/><strong>Mission:</strong>The Satyr in the Woods<strong>CLOSED; between Envious and TheVillain</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>TheVillain<br/><strong> </strong><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Selphie had been checked out numerous times before; the stares of men and women alike were just background noise to her daily life at this point. But the beast above her wasn't just admiring. Her self-indulgent vanity was aware enough to see that. He was searching. For what, Selphie couldn't even begin to imagine. Worse, she didn't really seem to care. Whatever he saw, he seemed to be satisfied, but the Healer wasn't concerned. She didn't need his approval, she needed his cock.<br/><br/>Oblivious to the role she was playing in her own demise, she grunted in response to his roughness as she was effortlessly lifted to where he deemed her body best put to use. The bark of the tree dug into her soft and pampered skin, but the Cleric didn't mind. Eager, she opened wide, wrapping her legs around his waist to receive a second dose of corruption.<br/><br/><strong>"Please, monster,"</strong>she said with a mischievous grin. The defiance seemed to be overcome by a layer of kittenish banter.<strong>"Please take from me <em>everything</em> you desire."</strong>Her arms snaked across his shoulders, one hand wrapping around his neck and the other grabbing one of his curved horns. She wanted to wiggle her hips downward and find his waiting shaft, still wet with her slobber. She wanted to impale herself upon it and take charge of her own rising desires. But what she wanted didn't really matter and with sparkling eyes, she waited for him to give her what she<em>needed</em>.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/>