Which is all well and good, as it’s not every day a person armed with a gun, can restrain themselves from emptying their clip into a growling smoke-belching and royally pissed off Dragon getting in their face.
I could feel a goofy grin widening across my face as whoever she was teased, tickled, and tantalized my dicks with her mouth and paws.
I had to hand it to her, she really knew what she was about.
I almost laughed, after I spied a couple of human women in Aisle 69. They were trying to not be too obvious about checking out what kinds of Battery-Operated-Boyfriends, that Mamono prefer to use.
I’ll give you a hint- those toys don’t use “D” batteries, they’re often powered with car batteries instead.
“But, Angelique!” I began, “I’m not a De….” I stopped, realizing what I was about to say.
“Well technically, I AM a Demon. An Incubus actually, yes.” I pointed out, smiling. She shied away from me when I said that.
“BAILIFFS!” She screamed, her wings flexing furiously. “You’re supposed to be arresting HIM!”
The White Wurm stopped and looked perplexed, then turned and looked at me for a second. After that, she raised a paw to point at me and then looked back at Herrassiss with a questioning look.
“YES, HIM!” Herrassiss screamed, seemingly louder and shaking with indignation. Looking over my shoulder, I saw the Green and the Red give each other a momentary smirk.
Well, anything other than where her erogenous zones were, that is.