Intro ~☉~ Shuma-Gorath is his own event! ~☉~ No need for your puny aphro!
"Flesh!" The waving and bubbly voice of the almighty one cried out, somehow speaking without any mouth. Perhaps it was all in the hearer's mind as after all, all planes of existence, physical or of the mind, were safe from the ravaging touch of- "SHUMA-GORATH DEMANDS FLESH!The voice was of little warning, the elevator from which it emanated opening
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Trish didn't look particularly surprised to be snatched up in the creature's grip, nor did she look particularly pleased about it. She gave up on struggling after a few seconds, frowning irritably in the direction of that massive eye.
"Why don't we just skip the whole fight scene and you let me go before I fry you crispy?"
[ooc: I really don't have many no-nos for Trish... she'd probably enjoy just about anything. We can aim for maybe 70-30 funny to serious.]
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A body that he wasn't going to waste any time in getting a better look at, tendrils immediately sprouting with the aim to strip her completely bare. "You should surrender yourself to the honour of the moment!"
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Well. She hadn't expected this, somehow.
"Rude," she snapped, charging up electricity in the palms of her hands and sending it thundering into the tentacles that held her, hopefully hurting Shuma-Gorath enough to punish him away.
You know, if he was even vulnerable to electricity.
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"I see I shall have to tame this one," the demon mused aloud pulling Trish into a pose like she was little more than a puppet. Pulling her legs up and apart, he aimed to force them all the way behind her shoulders, changing the grip so that only one tentacle was wrapped around her ankles, pulling her arms across her knees. Such a position meant that not only was she pulled open, but her breasts were squeezed and pushed out by her own arms.
For now, a little old-fashioned dominance to show her who was in charge here. Next perhaps he would work his mind control, force her to think of him as the sexiest thing she had ever seen. That would teach her, that Shuma-Gorath was stronger in body and mind.
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Trish yelled out loud as she was twisted to the creature's whims, her voluptuous body completely exposed. "Hasn't anybody bothered to teach you manners?" she snarled, angrily but futilely fighting against the creature's powerful tentacles.
"If you're going to fuck me, you might as well just ask!"
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To that end, a new pair of tendrils grew, these shifting to end not in simple tips but in mouths. One opened to allow a whippish wet tongue free to moisten a nipple by running in circles around it. The other was less subtle, latching itself around a breast, sucking harshly, wet inside and tongue throbbing across her flesh.
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This one was a loudmouth though, wasn't he?
She hissed, leaning her head back as his tentacles lapped at her heavy breasts and struggling to try to get in a more comfortable position. "Harder," she muttered, "I won't break. If you're going to do this, you'd better make sure I enjoy it."
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"Foolish wench! Your body will remember this day for the rest of your life!" To his credit he meant his declaration. The mouths were now both wrapped around her flesh, pulsation in suction and dripping moisture, the jaws squeezing tightly. More grew from his body, each one wet and slick, sliding over her body. Wherever the slimy fell, the skin would become so much more sensitive, each touch explosively pleasurable.
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