A group of paganistic alraune make a sacrifice in preparation for their harvest. Bees ensue.Read More...
“You have GOT to be kidding me!” Jinks the Gremlin exclaimed, outraged. Arawn sighed patiently.
“No, I am not, as you put it, ‘kidding’.” He replied quietly.
“I am quite serious when I state that I need you to masturbate with one of these Chocolate Dildos.” He continued, holding one of the ‘Ported’ Dildos up in a hand so that she could see it. This time it was made of white chocolate.
“Preferably, in between a pair of the Teleportation Platforms.” He explained patiently, as Jinks focused on it momentarily, then shifted her attention back to him with a skeptical look.
“In plain sight, for everyone to watch?” she demanded. Arawn nodded, and continued.
“In the prophecies concerning the Succubus Nostrum, it was stated that when the ‘First Male Returns’,” she explained, “other male dragons would start to be born!” she said, scrunching her lips together.
“But they haven’t!” she snarled, her teeth flashing.“Since your transformation, almost a dozen Dragons have become gravid. I had them all magically scanned, and not so much as a single one of them is gravid with a male. Not. A. SINGLE ONE!” She pointed to me with a finger/claw, and stomped a foot on the ground with emphasis.
“Therefore, YOU must have a role to play when it comes to siring Male Dragons.