3ngag3
Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
- Location
- The Pits of California
Re: The World of Monster School Girls (Atzura & I)
Kei seemed suprised that Cyrus knew it was her, though she tried to deny it outright. But the secret was out and by the time she left to engage the enemy, all hell had seemed to break loose. As he began to sit up, he had that sneaking suspicion that he was being watched from behind by someone. He had felt it somewhere before, but in all the chaos, he couldn't quite remember when. When he turned around, there was yet another woman before him in yet another strange outfit and based on the horns on her head and how much her tits were exposed, he could only assume that she was going for the succubus look. Like any healthy man, he gawked at her as she passed him to join the others in combat and with the monsters attention seemingly directed towards them, the young man now had time to assess his situation.
His gaze darted back and forth between the girls as they moved about with great speed and agility, barely avoiding the attacks of the monsters. And as he observed them more and more, his body began to get warmer and warmer until he felt like he was burning up. No longer able to ignore it, Cyrus began to clutch his chest in pain. "W...what the hell?" he muttered to himself before his vision began to blur a bit. And just when it seemed that he was going to pass out, a voice suddenly rang into his head. It was so loud and clear to him that it was like someone whispering into his ear.
"Look at them," the voice commanded.
"Look at what?" Cyrus replied quietly inside the depths of his mind.
"Look how they fight. Their beautiful rage..."
"The girls?"
"Does it excite you?"
"I..."
"Join them. Show them your rage!"
The voice in Cyrus's head seemed to incite something inside of him. Many frightful emotions began to take shape. Rage. Lust. Pride. The feelings were beginning to consume his mind as the women continued to combat the strange monsters. The young man rose to his feet then and a light wind began to surround him like a bad omen. Something was coming, and he was going to be directly responsible for it.
Kei seemed suprised that Cyrus knew it was her, though she tried to deny it outright. But the secret was out and by the time she left to engage the enemy, all hell had seemed to break loose. As he began to sit up, he had that sneaking suspicion that he was being watched from behind by someone. He had felt it somewhere before, but in all the chaos, he couldn't quite remember when. When he turned around, there was yet another woman before him in yet another strange outfit and based on the horns on her head and how much her tits were exposed, he could only assume that she was going for the succubus look. Like any healthy man, he gawked at her as she passed him to join the others in combat and with the monsters attention seemingly directed towards them, the young man now had time to assess his situation.
His gaze darted back and forth between the girls as they moved about with great speed and agility, barely avoiding the attacks of the monsters. And as he observed them more and more, his body began to get warmer and warmer until he felt like he was burning up. No longer able to ignore it, Cyrus began to clutch his chest in pain. "W...what the hell?" he muttered to himself before his vision began to blur a bit. And just when it seemed that he was going to pass out, a voice suddenly rang into his head. It was so loud and clear to him that it was like someone whispering into his ear.
"Look at them," the voice commanded.
"Look at what?" Cyrus replied quietly inside the depths of his mind.
"Look how they fight. Their beautiful rage..."
"The girls?"
"Does it excite you?"
"I..."
"Join them. Show them your rage!"
The voice in Cyrus's head seemed to incite something inside of him. Many frightful emotions began to take shape. Rage. Lust. Pride. The feelings were beginning to consume his mind as the women continued to combat the strange monsters. The young man rose to his feet then and a light wind began to surround him like a bad omen. Something was coming, and he was going to be directly responsible for it.