Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)A deep and seemingly bottomless chasm. The deep fissure of a rocky surface, there was a canal that was led down into by a fleet of stairs. Lined on the earthy walls were rows of torches, illuminating down the steep and narrow steps. Formulating the only source of light that guided Flaam towards the chamber door. She approached the door, flanked by two demonic soldiers. Who had scale like skin for impenetrable armor. A pair of oversized bat like wings glued to the backs. Four blood red horns curling out of their tiny skulls. Their disfigured faces, all out of proportion. The creatures hovered over her, dragging eight feet long blades, standing by her guard. Jerking the locks back. She wrenched the hatch open, to find him still there. Chained and bind to the floor. The mortal man was sweating from the high temperature room, the perspiration trickled down from his forehead. The molten fire heated the room, baking his naked body. Torch's black hair drooped over his eyes, hiding them from her view. His strong upper frame, well built body glistened from the perspiration that drenched his body. Flaam was greeted with the aroma of masculinity and testosterone, the stench of sweat. His long, thick, meaty length dangled from below. His ball sack sagged directly beneath it. Flaam flung the chamber door shut behind her, locking it up securely. Giving them the privacy and intimacy that they will need for the next few days. Torch shook the hair out of his face, and looked at her with his cold, piercing blue eyes.
(( Just to start us off, I directed her actions. But once you start to post, I won't control her anymore.))
(( Just to start us off, I directed her actions. But once you start to post, I won't control her anymore.))