Wild Berry Meadow electric fences and guns

a pity. iliksis shouldered the decline well, used to such rejection. perhaps it was that rejection that fueled him into such a monster in the first place -- all the same, beruthiel's seductive sway of her angular hips was met with a somewhat impassive stare.

he recognized this as a game -- and recognized her for what she was -- a coy shrew who would bring him no joy in this life. he could not overpower her, so he resorted to what he did best - controlling the situation by making his audience astonishingly uncomfortable. with a growl, he stalked back towards the skull and fell upon it, his member still firm from before.

it would give him great satisfaction to witness the horror on her face as he resumed his gory debasement of the skull. purposely he thrust himself in and out of the socket with exaggerated moans, his gaze fixed lustfully on the female. a bestial and unsightly smile corrupted his features as the pleasurable sensation rung up his body. he had no shame, and it showed clearly by the meaningful and connective gaze he thrust intensely upon her.