Haunted Wood King Dick of F*ck Mountain

Even though he hadn't gotten a good grip on Abaddon's leg, he had broken flesh and gotten a taste of the man as the blood was left just barely upon his tongue. It was almost a tease to the boy yet that taste in itself was a small victory for he had still succeeded in getting a taste.


That taste along with the feeling of Abaddon crinkly so hungrily at his neck made him go limp for a moment, salivating and licking his maw "I still got what I wanted. Now get off me, I feel sick" the words came out grumpily but slurred and slow, holding no real fight or snap to them though they were growled.