<br/>Has there ever been a bugbear who would tend towards slow courtship with flowers and poetry?  If there has, perhaps Lorelei would know the tale.  This one certainly isn't, his mannerisms hardly more than animalistic tendencies, whether he has thoughts at all difficult to say in this moment at least.<br/><br/><br/>As the fucking moves vertically, the bugbear's breathing shifts to become more labored and heavy.  His body begins to get into a rhythm, pushing deep into Nuria, lifting her and slavering on her back, slamming his cock in, showing her off to anyone looking.  Initially, there was a bit of surprise when she would push back against him, clearly the bugbear unused to willing partners, but now he uses the Godlike's momentum as well, lifting and dropping her like a plaything.<br/><br/><br/>The scent of the beast is primal and musky, the scent of a species dragged back towards the ancient world kicking and screaming as societies and cities bloomed.  This is what the bugbear needs, blood-letting, fire, and simple fucking.  The fact that he intends to kill everyone else in the camp afterwards comes to his mind for a moment, but this one he'll spare.  She has managed wonderfully.<br/><br/><br/>The nails digging into his fur seem to be no problem for the beast, simply turning his head to bite harder on Nuria's neck, this time leaving a scratch that will make it seem she fought quite a bit longer than she did.  "Grrrraaurm," comes his response to her begging for his seed, unable to vocalize this deep in pleasure.  The feeling of Nuria once again orgasming around him is the last he can hold himself steady through, his furred hands tightening hard on her legs, squeezing them and digging in claws as a roar of passion comes through the night.<br/><br/><br/>He pulls Nuria down on his cock hard, the first burst of goblin-seed more than any three human men could bring on a good day.  The bugbear's hips begin to rock harder, his teeth releasing her neck as he leans it back a bit, each kick of his hips bringing with them a gush of semen, deep into his treacherous partner.<br/><br/><br/>Then the roar of passion becomes one of rage and pain.<br/><br/><br/>As the flame knives slam into the sides of his skull, he headbutts forward, bringing his body down on top of Nuria.  Body slamming her and pinning her to the ground while still fully penetrating her, the bugbear wraps a clawed hand around her neck and begins to squeeze.  "Betray me?" he snarls out between gasps of simultaneous pain and pleasure, his hips still thrusting hard just as his hand tightens around her throat.  His snarl becomes more pained and desperate as the first moment of shock (and the endorphins from his previous activity) all seem to drain away in an instant, "I was gonna let you live, bitch!"<br/><br/><br/>At 2016-05-03 09:07:09, Bugbear (uid: 56500) rolls: 1d6a2 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88241)<br/><br/><br/><strong>Betrayal!  Nuria is finding herself in an extremely uncomfortable position, strangled and under the weight of an injured bugbear!  Nuria, roll 1d4 for your Fighting Fire with Fire and use it how you wish according to the move!<br/><br/><br/>Delvers, what do you do?</strong>