[13:28] [user]Basriel[/user]: Perma-vore me.
[13:33] [user]Basriel[/user]: Eat me.
[14:12] [user]Brooke Tiamat[/user]: [i]A muggy waft of breath rumbles in the boy's ear, the fur on his neck simultaneously clumping together and standing on end. A long, hot draconic tongue [color=black][b]draaags[/b][/color] along the side of his neck, running under his jaw, dangerously sharp teeth [b][color=black]nibbling[/color][/b] and [b][b][color=black]chewing[/color][/b][/b] along the length of his fuzzy right ear. A low, rumbling [b][color=green]grrooowwwl[/color][/b] bubbles up from down below.[/i]
[14:13] [user]Brooke Tiamat[/user]: [i][color=purple]"[b]Only because you asked so nicely.[/b]"[/color][/i][eicon]brookelips[/eicon]
[14:19] *[user]Basriel[/user] felt disturbed and oddly comforted by the thick breath of heat on the back of his neck. He dared not evade the long, slow trawl of her monstrously-large tongue, in fear she might pull him back into place with those vicious rows of teeth. He fell quite limp the moment she nibbled one of his ears, as they were a major erogenous zone for him. "Ah-ah, oh god!" He said, his knees wobbled to keep balance. His hands reached back to caress her wide hips. He pulled himself against her brick wall of abdominal muscle and wrapped her plump buttocks with his pearly-white hands. His fingers knead into the dough of her beautiful rump. "I belong to you, Brooke!" He muttered, eyes closed, blissful smile on his face.
[14:34] [user]Basriel[/user]: My god. Ask him what he thinks of Brooke.
[14:34] [user]Basriel[/user]: "Can you permavore my F-list characters after work?" He'd ask.