<img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/CP6yqSw.png" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]There was a level of self appreciation few would relate to, where one was so impossibly cocky, they failed to notice telltale signs of danger. Chance was blinded by that inflated ego of hers, actually chuckling as his thunderous steps closed the gap between them, and one massive fist crushed the circumference of her seemingly delicate person. "<font color="1979e6]You stupid piece of shit[/font]-" She chided, still chuckling to herself as the two rumbled along towards his destination, where she was unceremoniously pinned down to the floor of the alleyway. It was dark, relatively cramped considering the filthy beast controlling her's size, and it definitely ruined her dress as the material was mashed into the muck. This close, he could see what peculiar hues she wore, with their light source bright towards the troll's portrait. The pressure around her body increased, a violent show of dominance, but the Fae returned his sentiment with a hacking cough. Spitting the phlegm at the monster, her smile became a devilishly pleasant mockery of his attempts.
"<font color="1979e6]I bet you saw me and couldn't fucking wait to fuck me. You stupid waste of space, I swear I'm going to carve you a new fucking smile[/font]-" Suddenly, Chance was met with a very real pain incomparable to what his crushing digits around her middle did, and shrieked when the palm she had brought up to his face began to burn. There was no pain in the world quite like what she was experiencing, pleasurable like the sleep before overdoing, but debilitating to her kind. Chance grit her jaw and growled a reverberating warning to the male, teeth no longer used in a human fashion, but instead as a predatory display to intimidate him. Unfortunately for the buxom beauty, she was not meant to be intimidating, despite her capabilities. Sex on heels, sure, but not intimidating. That was supposed to be Loe's job.
"<font color="1979e6]Get. Off. Me.[/font]" It came out as short, calmed spits of language, her teeth still a pearly, sealed barrier of determination. Whatever was in that genetic makeup of the stranger contained a truly toxic element, and though she had been given the opportunity to hightail it out of his vicinity earlier when he was first spotted, she hadn't. Mentally she streamed expletives like a sailor, running all the situations in her mind she'd like to happen, every one of which involved the troll suffering an agonizingly long and brutal torture at her hands. Not surprising, such thoughts were a turn on for the Fae, and her thighs rubbed idly without her notice. Lips finally sealing with a scowl, Chance again tried to push him away, this time ignoring the mixture of unholy searing sensations coursing through her finger tips and palm. Her throat opened for moans and screams in pseudo unison, each an enjoyable sounding noise in it's own right, if one were into that sort of thing.
Unintentionally, Chance attracted all the wrong sorts. This wasn't her first sticky situation to find a way out of, but it was unique in it's own right, meaning she would need to find an all new solution. Unexplored territory.
His features lowered inward to smell her, and she tried to snap her teeth at his cheek with vicious intent. "<font color="1979e6]Fucking dreadful mongrel![/font]" The vixen seethed, the glow of her sapphire oculars a beacon of vengeful rage. Slighted, she gave him no reprieve from verbal venom, taking out her frustrations the only way left to do so. As he took her scent, the seams of her outfit were beginning to tear, and with the stress of his grip around her hourglass figure, she doubted the dress would make it out of this alleyway in one piece. "<font color="1979e6]STUPID FUCKING CUNT![/font]"
"<font color="1979e6]I bet you saw me and couldn't fucking wait to fuck me. You stupid waste of space, I swear I'm going to carve you a new fucking smile[/font]-" Suddenly, Chance was met with a very real pain incomparable to what his crushing digits around her middle did, and shrieked when the palm she had brought up to his face began to burn. There was no pain in the world quite like what she was experiencing, pleasurable like the sleep before overdoing, but debilitating to her kind. Chance grit her jaw and growled a reverberating warning to the male, teeth no longer used in a human fashion, but instead as a predatory display to intimidate him. Unfortunately for the buxom beauty, she was not meant to be intimidating, despite her capabilities. Sex on heels, sure, but not intimidating. That was supposed to be Loe's job.
"<font color="1979e6]Get. Off. Me.[/font]" It came out as short, calmed spits of language, her teeth still a pearly, sealed barrier of determination. Whatever was in that genetic makeup of the stranger contained a truly toxic element, and though she had been given the opportunity to hightail it out of his vicinity earlier when he was first spotted, she hadn't. Mentally she streamed expletives like a sailor, running all the situations in her mind she'd like to happen, every one of which involved the troll suffering an agonizingly long and brutal torture at her hands. Not surprising, such thoughts were a turn on for the Fae, and her thighs rubbed idly without her notice. Lips finally sealing with a scowl, Chance again tried to push him away, this time ignoring the mixture of unholy searing sensations coursing through her finger tips and palm. Her throat opened for moans and screams in pseudo unison, each an enjoyable sounding noise in it's own right, if one were into that sort of thing.
Unintentionally, Chance attracted all the wrong sorts. This wasn't her first sticky situation to find a way out of, but it was unique in it's own right, meaning she would need to find an all new solution. Unexplored territory.
His features lowered inward to smell her, and she tried to snap her teeth at his cheek with vicious intent. "<font color="1979e6]Fucking dreadful mongrel![/font]" The vixen seethed, the glow of her sapphire oculars a beacon of vengeful rage. Slighted, she gave him no reprieve from verbal venom, taking out her frustrations the only way left to do so. As he took her scent, the seams of her outfit were beginning to tear, and with the stress of his grip around her hourglass figure, she doubted the dress would make it out of this alleyway in one piece. "<font color="1979e6]STUPID FUCKING CUNT![/font]"
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