Zilrax
Master of Kinky Fetishes. Or just Bitch if you pre
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Re: Battle & Breeding
Faeyna's help was hardly needed as Karaz seemed to have the defiled well in hand, sending it's soul to the proper cycle to be cleansed and placed back into proper existence. However, all the twisted energy that was left behind didn't just disappear, and instead blasted over the area, Faeyna coughing as she was subsumed back into her nightmare.
She was back at the orgy, but now Alia had dropped her disguise, becoming a lither lizardfolk with great batwings and extra arms and breasts, carrying her face instead, and her cocks. Faeyna yelped as the the twisted mockery of herself lunged forth, pressing against her, forcing her thick shaft like tongue into her mouth even as she jammed into both her holes. She was held helpless in bondage, as more of the defiled forms of herself descended upon the others, seeking to spread more twisted versions of herself, to force the Great Union into her own image rather than the god/desses.
One of the demonic versions of herself stood apart ahead in the midst, seeming more solid, more... Real. She had to be the source! She had to save everyone!
She struggled, and snapped her bonds, claws lashing out at the twisted rapist that wore her body, causing it to break apart into shadows, her lashing out to clear a path towards the source.
(Double claws at 2d4+10 means I also auto pass cutting. Heading to engage the nun as well.)
Faeyna's help was hardly needed as Karaz seemed to have the defiled well in hand, sending it's soul to the proper cycle to be cleansed and placed back into proper existence. However, all the twisted energy that was left behind didn't just disappear, and instead blasted over the area, Faeyna coughing as she was subsumed back into her nightmare.
She was back at the orgy, but now Alia had dropped her disguise, becoming a lither lizardfolk with great batwings and extra arms and breasts, carrying her face instead, and her cocks. Faeyna yelped as the the twisted mockery of herself lunged forth, pressing against her, forcing her thick shaft like tongue into her mouth even as she jammed into both her holes. She was held helpless in bondage, as more of the defiled forms of herself descended upon the others, seeking to spread more twisted versions of herself, to force the Great Union into her own image rather than the god/desses.
One of the demonic versions of herself stood apart ahead in the midst, seeming more solid, more... Real. She had to be the source! She had to save everyone!
She struggled, and snapped her bonds, claws lashing out at the twisted rapist that wore her body, causing it to break apart into shadows, her lashing out to clear a path towards the source.
(Double claws at 2d4+10 means I also auto pass cutting. Heading to engage the nun as well.)