The Syncharion Ascendance RP (Floozer, Khorne)
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"Fuck you..." She groans, rolling over and pulling her cock out of her pussy. She does try to tug Khorvis' cock free, but can't because of the knot. "Really? Sneaking up on a sleeping girl? Not cool." She grumbles, shaking her head.
"Pfft. Whatever." She grumbles, rolling her eyes. "You guys are assholes! I was enjoying such a nice dream, and then you fools had to come along and ruin it!" She huffs.
"Well, I suppose that goes for everyone..." She murmurs, sighing.
[Anything you want to do for the next few days?]
[Anything you want to do for the next few days?]
A few days later, she gets a call from Rakon, telling her that her armor is done, and she can come to pick it up.
He nods and follows behind her as they walk to the blacksmith's shop.
When they get there, they see that the shop is... Closed?
When they get there, they see that the shop is... Closed?
"Call him again. Tell him we're outside." Khorvis mutters, his eyes already scanning the area.
He answers immediately. "What are you waiting for? Come inside. The door is not locked." He says.
It's only then that she notices that the shutters are down, but not locked.
It's only then that she notices that the shutters are down, but not locked.
"Hmm? Nothing. I have to be careful, is all." He says, beckoning her forward as he places a suit of gleaming silvery armour on the table. It's shaped like a knight's armour, with the breastplate, thigh guards; the whole deal. Yet, rather than opt for full armour, he had kept only the breastplate, thigh guards, gloves, bracers, and shin guards.
"Here. Mithril and another metal. An alloy most craftsmen would fail to produce properly. And it's yours now." He says, grinning.
"Here. Mithril and another metal. An alloy most craftsmen would fail to produce properly. And it's yours now." He says, grinning.
The armor is extremely light, and doesn't weigh her down at all.
"Hmm. Looks good." Khorvis murmurs, smiling a little.
"Hmm. Looks good." Khorvis murmurs, smiling a little.
Rakon just gives her a deadpan look. "If you don't want it, just return it." He grumbles, frowning at her.
[GOD this boss is being a motherfucking bitch. Let's pick this up tomorrow. And finish it off.]
[GOD this boss is being a motherfucking bitch. Let's pick this up tomorrow. And finish it off.]
[HA! RIPPED THAT SPIDER MOTHERFUCKER RIGHT IN HALF!]
"Hmph. Very well then. I hope it serves you well, future Queen." He says, chuckling.
"Hmph. Very well then. I hope it serves you well, future Queen." He says, chuckling.
He nods. "To the palace or back home?" He asks, grinning slightly. "I'd advise we go back home, so you get a good night's rest."
"Mmhmm... When I'm in the bed, nights are always good." He says, winking and slapping her ass.
He follows behind her, chuckling at his own joke. "Hey, come on. You're the only one who doesn't act like a total sub when we fuck. Everyone else does." He says, grinning and nudging her.