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08-24-2015, 11:02 PM
ÖDE
Red; it was all he could feel, all he could hear, all he could see. Just, red as the war pounded out its song around him. His blood hummed just beneath the taut dark of his hide, its pulse visible along the confines of muscle and hair that contained it, veins like spiderwebs revealing his sordid mortality. He was dimly aware of the girl that worked alongside him, her body only a moving construction of meat, non existent in other terms as this dog of war forgot the meaning of friend and foe.
He salivated with the fervor of it all as his horns plunged, continued, missed! Somewhere inside a flare of anger burst along the foundation of his structure, burning up his bones and crumbling that smidgen of sanity that the wiser part of him battled for. In a hard jerk he threw himself back, then up as the momentum begged for release. His partial rear ended sharply, hooves tossed roughly into the red loam of this crimson battlefield.
He ignited.
Literally - something HOT razed his backside, then his chest. It was wet, and sticky, and also fragrant. "Blood?" he thought carelessly, his upper lip curling with some sort of carnal habit. The wave of his snarl enhanced the aroma, and he recognized the taint of bodily fluid all too well. It overwhelmed his senses, battering his brain into male mash.
So warm he thought dreamily, standing dumbly beneath the pendulum of the severed leg, its background of gore only adding to the rising passion that flooded the virgin's loins.
He could feel it, every inch of the spit and the life blood as it seeped down through his hairs and scalded his flesh. It prickled his nerves, their frayed edges so fucking ALIVE. Öde laughed, the sound rough and rash as it choked from his throat, shaking his ribs and causing the god's excreta to move further, dripping and spilling all against his exterior.
Suddenly his stance straightened up, his hips buckling as his passion overtook him in this moment of raw bliss. Touched by a god, Öde couldn't help but touch himself. With his own substance added to the stew that coated him, he shuddered into relaxation.
Best, fucking, day ever.
He salivated with the fervor of it all as his horns plunged, continued, missed! Somewhere inside a flare of anger burst along the foundation of his structure, burning up his bones and crumbling that smidgen of sanity that the wiser part of him battled for. In a hard jerk he threw himself back, then up as the momentum begged for release. His partial rear ended sharply, hooves tossed roughly into the red loam of this crimson battlefield.
He ignited.
Literally - something HOT razed his backside, then his chest. It was wet, and sticky, and also fragrant. "Blood?" he thought carelessly, his upper lip curling with some sort of carnal habit. The wave of his snarl enhanced the aroma, and he recognized the taint of bodily fluid all too well. It overwhelmed his senses, battering his brain into male mash.
So warm he thought dreamily, standing dumbly beneath the pendulum of the severed leg, its background of gore only adding to the rising passion that flooded the virgin's loins.
He could feel it, every inch of the spit and the life blood as it seeped down through his hairs and scalded his flesh. It prickled his nerves, their frayed edges so fucking ALIVE. Öde laughed, the sound rough and rash as it choked from his throat, shaking his ribs and causing the god's excreta to move further, dripping and spilling all against his exterior.
Suddenly his stance straightened up, his hips buckling as his passion overtook him in this moment of raw bliss. Touched by a god, Öde couldn't help but touch himself. With his own substance added to the stew that coated him, he shuddered into relaxation.
Best, fucking, day ever.
I have become DEATH
the destroyer of worlds.
image creditsthe destroyer of worlds.
[TEAM TIME GOD/BEAR??? He stands there being a boy... Permission to 'kill' Ode :D]
Be aware active magic doesn't work in his vicinity due to his magic!
62.5/62.5 HPHelovia Hard Mode
