The Syncharion Ascendance RP (Floozer, Khorne)
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"I won't. I definitely wanna meet this male slave of yours who won the arena. He seems like the kind of guy who could easily throw me to the floor and... Make me scream..." She says, licking the edge of Phorsaal's ear, and making her shiver a little.
"Surprises? Wait! Nope, don't tell me!" She says, shaking her head and giggling. Then, she pulls away from the hug. "Anyway... Thanks a lot, Phorsaal. I needed the company."
She actually manages to get a bit of attention, with a few people inquiring about details and the location of the venue, as well as where to get supplies. Well, there'd certainly be some attention. Stone in a pond effect.
As she walks home, she begins to feel a strange sort of buzzing in her chest. She was being summoned!
She slowly reforms in what looks like some woods. She's standing in the middle of a pentagram, and there's a nerdy looking kid standing a few feet away.
"H-holy shit! I-it worked!" He says, wide eyed.
"H-holy shit! I-it worked!" He says, wide eyed.
The fire roars around the pentagram as she steps through the flames, her glowing eye sockets looking toward the nerd as she steps into the mortal world. With a flick of her arm the flames dance around her body, swirling around again and again and everywhere they touch is replaced by her usual sexy self. It ends with her face, leaving Phorsaal standing in front of the nerd in all her over sexual glory. "Well well... what do we have here?" She says in a smooth voice.
She looks down at the ritual he used, seeing the skull with candles in the eyes... and the cum that drips around it. "Hmm, sloppy, but it works well enough. I am Phorsaal Ulgarn, you have summoned me mortal. Speak your name and let us make a pact."
"I'm- I'm- I'm- Uh- I'm- I'm M- Marty." He says, adjusting his glasses and looking at her. He's sweating, and Phorsaal can smell the pure fear rolling off of him right now.
"I- I- O-okay, s-see," he raises a trembling hand, as if to ward her off. "T-there's th-this girl at s-school that I- I- l-like, o-okay? S-so I was th-thinking, c-could you... Y-you know... D- do something...?" He asks, shivering like a leaf.
"Wh-what? B-but- you already k-knew, then?" He asks, quaking. "H-how?"
Apparently her questions were right.
Apparently her questions were right.
"W-wait. H-how long do I h-have before you c-collect...?" He asks, not holding his hand out just yet.
He nods his head shakily. "O-okay... Y-you want any d-details or something?" He asks, looking up at her. It's then Phorsaal notices that he's been trying to hide his boner.
"O-Oh. Y-yeah. Um.... She- She lives on Woodrow Avenue, opposite the b-bar. She's got s-strawberry blonde h-hair, and g-grey eyes. Her n-name is B-Beth Rasmen. Her boyfriend is Joey Kubrick. Ath- Athletic type. Short black hair, b-brown eyes, cock- cocky grin. Al- Always abusing the p-people like me... And the name o-of our school is Woodrow High. It's a mile or so away from Beth's place." He says, gulping.
"U-um... North, I guess. A-and J- Joey lives on Kilman street. House number 25. Opposite mine." He says.
"Y- Yes... I... Suppose we... We do..." He mutters, frowning and shaking her hand, as if he still can't believe this is actually happening.