[2018-06-17 23:03] *[user]Saaleg[/user] waggles her purple ass.
[2018-06-17 23:05] *[user]A Healer For Beasts[/user] gets on her knees behind her and aggressively chews on her pucker and taint.
[2018-06-17 23:18] *[user]Saaleg[/user] squeaks in surprise.
[2018-06-17 23:18] *[user]A Healer For Beasts[/user] spanks her ass brutishly.
[2018-06-17 23:18] [user]A Healer For Beasts[/user]: For a pit fiend, you're a pathetic fucking prude.
[2018-06-17 23:19] *[user]Saaleg[/user] blushes a very deep shade of purple. "I didn't *choose* to be a prude..."
[2018-06-17 23:19] [user]Royal Amalia[/user] has logged out.
[2018-06-17 23:21] [user]A Healer For Beasts[/user]: Wha-haaaat. You telling me a shy, restrained, well-kept shackled fiend like you still has it in them to put a woman where they belong?
[2018-06-17 23:21] *[user]A Healer For Beasts[/user] scoops up her balls, licking them firmly.
[2018-06-17 23:21] [user]A Healer For Beasts[/user]: It's fucking disgraceful. These should be slimy and reeking with sexual conquests dating back centuries.
[2018-06-17 23:23] *[user]Saaleg[/user] "I-I'm only seventy-three. But I *have* had my share of conquests. I just...washed them off..." she swallows. Above the balls, her organ stirs.
[2018-06-17 23:24] *[user]A Healer For Beasts[/user] digs her teeth into the demon's taint, chewing and gnashing gently with her pretty little teeth on the fat, bulging organ.
[2018-06-17 23:25] [user]A Healer For Beasts[/user]: What a disgrace. You've even trimmed away the thick, rife, stinking hair that should be choking my senses with your fetid, demonic, cunt-taming musk.
[2018-06-17 23:28] *[user]Saaleg[/user] 's musk has been reduced to a peculiar smell like fresh-churned butter. "I suppose I deserve that. I've fallen a long way, I admit."
[2018-06-17 23:30] *[user]A Healer For Beasts[/user] grips the demon's shoulder, and turns her over. She was huge, but pliant. Amelia was 5'7", and Saaleg a solid 7', and yet the cleric was able to manhandle her so easily. Running her hand slowly up the fiend's throat, she pressed her thumb gently in, softly restricting her breath.
[2018-06-17 23:31] [user]A Healer For Beasts[/user]: Not just fallen ... Been corrupted. You were so primal. Pure. A tool of subjugation of the female form. A beast. So lurid and intoxicating ...
[2018-06-17 23:31] [user]A Healer For Beasts[/user]: And now you're this. An azure shell of what was once almost the perfect male.
[2018-06-17 23:32] [user]A Healer For Beasts[/user]: ... And you can't be bothered to try and [b]reclaim[/b] what you have every right to be. [b]Pathetic.[/b]
[2018-06-17 23:32] *[user]A Healer For Beasts[/user] leans in, biting Saaleg's lower lip sensually, smooching her lower jaw, her neck ...
[2018-06-17 23:33] *[user]Saaleg[/user] squirms beneath her, her blush so dark it's almost black. She rubs her legs together. Her breath comes hard and fast and loud through her squeezed throat. Down below, it looks almost as though she's grown a third thigh in between the first two.
[2018-06-17 23:40] *[user]A Healer For Beasts[/user] slowly shifts her hands, fishing out her icon of Sylvanus from inside of her padded gambeson. Straddling Saaleg's corded abdominals, she rubs her hands slowly across her shoulders, and intones an incantation. Reaching into one of her pockets, she takes out a phial of powdered iron, sprinkling it onto her chest. She rubs it in, continuing her chant as she calls on her primal god to entirely dispels the effects of GOOD that wrack the defiler beneath her.
[2018-06-17 23:41] [user]Royal Amalia[/user] has logged in.
[2018-06-17 23:41] [user]A Healer For Beasts[/user]: Ahhh ... A potent little bit of magic. It's doubtful that it should solve all your problems. But the chains that hold your true nature back should certainly be snapped, at least ...
[2018-06-17 23:42] *[user]Saaleg[/user] 's eyebrows rise almost impossibly high on her forehead. She arches her back. Her necklace gives off a corona of pale white light. Her expression changes. She leers. She sits up and pushes Amelia back, making the healer slide down her belly and sit on her swelling shaft.
[2018-06-17 23:44] *[user]A Healer For Beasts[/user] sneers back, curling her finger about the demon's chin as she wraps her legs about the muscular brute. Sliding her hand up, she took hold of the necklace about Saaleg's neck, and laughed, whilst casually grinding against the hardening prick behind her.
[2018-06-17 23:45] [user]A Healer For Beasts[/user]: And what. This was all that held you back? Like a choker holds a hound at bay. Surely there must be deeper scars that heaven deigned to inflict.
[2018-06-17 23:46] *[user]Saaleg[/user] reaches up and wraps her powerful hand around the healer's throat. It's not tight enough to restrict her breathing just yet, but it's more than enough to get her attention. She pushes the woman onto her back.
[2018-06-17 23:52] [user]Saaleg[/user]: ((Gah. Sadly, I have to get to bed. I've got work in the morning.))
[2018-06-17 23:53] *[user]A Healer For Beasts[/user] also reaches up, gripping the side of Saaleg's skull and grinning broadly. Whispering another incantation, she shatters a phial of holy water and smears it over her stomach, while arcane power pulses through her body. The effects of [b]REGENERATION[/b] pound through her. Instead of restoring mere limbs, or lost health, the stench, hair, and filthy typical of a defiler begins to form and fester, as Amelia luridly undoes twenty years of heaven's ineffectual toils in minutes ...