Haunted Wood King Dick of F*ck Mountain

He trembled against his own will, breath quickening at every second that past until his maw parted as he panted softly struggling to hold still and managing to do so except for a slight turn of his head to watch as best he could. A growl rumbled his throat as the man grew closer to his throat, his fear growing before the man licked at his throat and his ears flattened back a shiver running down his spine posture going submissive all at once as the man lunged. His eyes closed and he felt the sharp sting crying out and then going silent as he felt Abaddon begin to lick the blood. A rush went through him, the relief of being mainly unharmed sweet to an almost euphoric point. He let the man drink breathing slowly as he recovered from the intense fear his body swaying ever so slightly until he leaned against the man. "e...enough. my turn" he said words slurred as he pulled back stumbling as he sucked in a breath feeling the cool air against the slickness of his neck. He moved toward the man and paused looking to him "You're keeping your end of the deal right?" he asked calculatingly, learning enough from what happened to know he was curious about it but not enough to risk his life trying to get his reward. He eyed the man's neck, a faint memory of blood on a leaf running down slowly. "I'll collect one way or another" he said firmly and took another step forward, wary of the man in his current wobbly state.