>>49172945She could bite it off, she thought in her giddy, delirious, lust-filled state. She could bite it off right now. She still knew Quick Attack from when she was a Poochyena, and while there were a handful of monsters that could actually move faster than her using it, this harbinger of hell, whether bird or serpentine tormentor of alternate dimensions, neither could manage that. She could bite his whole damned genitalia off before he could blink and he would run off screaming and she would free herself after drinking deeply of his blood mixed with his cum, filling her belly with his flesh and crimson life force and slaking her thirst with his fluids, and then she would find him and…
“I am yours, master Articuno.” The words came so easily to her mouth, but her throat still croaked them out like a bullfrog. Instinctive, with the smell of his cum in her lungs to guide her. “Now and forever.”
The bird silently straddled her chest, grabbed her neck with one wing and her face with the other, and held onto her head like it was nothing more than a bucket to him as he jackhammered her mouth until he came what felt to both of them like a literal gallon of gooey seed with the consistency of melted ice cream down her throat, true to his word. And true to form he was as cold and silent as the grave as he did so.
