Poprockz
The perverted lady
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"Drake... Hm. Cats are usually more trouble than they're worth." Though she said this dismissively, one might be able to discern that she was secretly pleased that the cat had come to her. Her demeanor shifted to a pleased one and she reached up and used one of her fingers to gently scratch the cat's chin. She could never get over how fuzzy and soft they could be.
"Anyway, I am Captain Estrania De Lange. You may call me Captain De Lange, or simply "Captain. Come, I'll see about getting us some volunteers." With a beckon of her finger, she exited the room, intent on heading to the courtyard where some of the lower level demons liked to train. As she walked in front of him, her stride was prideful and full of purpose, yet her hips still had an alluring sway to them to anyone foolish enough to look.
They traversed the castle's maze-like halls until they reached their destination, upon which time she called out to the nearby demons. "I need six volunteers to play witch hunt with this human. Any volunteers?"
Several demons looked over and sized him up, debating on whether they wanted to gangbang this human into a fiery demise. The fact that he was with her, the demon put in charge of the rejects meant that he was likely a weak one, but rumors had spread about the disintegration of the rest of her unit, and many of them had their curiosity piqued.
One of them stepped forward with a malicious grin. "Sure, but what's a game without a prize? If we win, I want to eat that ass like it's dinner and fuck that ass as dessert. Whaddaya say, Cap?"
Her lip curled in disgust. As if she would consent to letting such a lowly, cowardly demon do such things. "What do you say to my foot so far up your ass that the angels will wonder why my bloody heel is in their domain?"
"Anyway, I am Captain Estrania De Lange. You may call me Captain De Lange, or simply "Captain. Come, I'll see about getting us some volunteers." With a beckon of her finger, she exited the room, intent on heading to the courtyard where some of the lower level demons liked to train. As she walked in front of him, her stride was prideful and full of purpose, yet her hips still had an alluring sway to them to anyone foolish enough to look.
They traversed the castle's maze-like halls until they reached their destination, upon which time she called out to the nearby demons. "I need six volunteers to play witch hunt with this human. Any volunteers?"
Several demons looked over and sized him up, debating on whether they wanted to gangbang this human into a fiery demise. The fact that he was with her, the demon put in charge of the rejects meant that he was likely a weak one, but rumors had spread about the disintegration of the rest of her unit, and many of them had their curiosity piqued.
One of them stepped forward with a malicious grin. "Sure, but what's a game without a prize? If we win, I want to eat that ass like it's dinner and fuck that ass as dessert. Whaddaya say, Cap?"
Her lip curled in disgust. As if she would consent to letting such a lowly, cowardly demon do such things. "What do you say to my foot so far up your ass that the angels will wonder why my bloody heel is in their domain?"