The Syncharion Ascendance RP (Floozer, Khorne)
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"Uhhhh... Okay... But for what, exactly? Are you planning a war or something?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah... So? It's not like anyone would be crazy enough to invade this place." He says, scratching his head. "But fine... I'll do it..."
"Boring, but okay." He says, shrugging. "I'd be fine just being your personal guard, you know!" He grumbles.
He chuckles. "So does that mean you're still up for taking my dick up your holes?" He asks, chuckling.
"Ah... Right... That..." He murmurs, pulling out of Amelia, which makes Khorvis grunt in surprise as he's left supporting the weight of the Queen.
"Where is it?" He asks.
"Where is it?" He asks.
"Yeah... Probably..." He murmurs, stroking the glass reverently. "No wonder I never lost my memories... She never destroyed my wings..." He whispers.
"Right..." He murmurs, picking up the case with a grunt. "Jeez. Heavier than you'd expect..." He grumbles, starting to walk back out of the castle.
"Well... The only one I'd trust with putting my wings back on... Is Amara. That woman you met... Before..." He says, wincing at the memory.
"And I'm pretty sure she's going to try fucking my ass again..." He sighs, grimacing as they start heading to the Djinn's house.
When they get there, he rings the bell, and Amara opens it soon enough. "Hey fuzzball. Back to get your ass-?" She catches sight of the wings in the glass case. "Wait a minute. Don't tell me..." She murmurs, tilting her head.
"Yep. They're mine." Jackal murmurs.
"Well, right this way, then." She says, opening the door wider so they can walk in.
When they get there, he rings the bell, and Amara opens it soon enough. "Hey fuzzball. Back to get your ass-?" She catches sight of the wings in the glass case. "Wait a minute. Don't tell me..." She murmurs, tilting her head.
"Yep. They're mine." Jackal murmurs.
"Well, right this way, then." She says, opening the door wider so they can walk in.
"Yeah. I know. And I plan to make the current Queen pay for this." She says, grinning evilly at Phorsaal.
She laughs and makes Jackal lie down on his stomach on the bed, before looking at the glass case. "Great... Now how am I supposed to get the wings out without damaging them...?" She mutters, before shrugging and picking up a hammer.
"Oi oi! Be careful! My wings are in there!" Jackal whines.
"Shut up, fuzzball. Be happy I'm not taking this particular payment out of you!" Amara retorts, glancing at Phorsaal before raising the hammer and striking the glass. Jackal cringes as the glass shatters, and his wings fall back down to the ground.
"Oookay then. Queen, gimme a hand here. I need you to hold the wing still while I do the work." She says, handing her the right wing. "Stick it there. And for hell's sake don't put it upside down. He'll look retarded." She says her hips swaying as she walks over to a cupboard to get out some tube, and a needle and thread.
"Oi oi! Be careful! My wings are in there!" Jackal whines.
"Shut up, fuzzball. Be happy I'm not taking this particular payment out of you!" Amara retorts, glancing at Phorsaal before raising the hammer and striking the glass. Jackal cringes as the glass shatters, and his wings fall back down to the ground.
"Oookay then. Queen, gimme a hand here. I need you to hold the wing still while I do the work." She says, handing her the right wing. "Stick it there. And for hell's sake don't put it upside down. He'll look retarded." She says her hips swaying as she walks over to a cupboard to get out some tube, and a needle and thread.
Amara snorts as Jackal groans and flips Phorsaal the finger.
"Okay fuzzball. This is going to hurt. Enjoy it!" Amara says, before pulling some gloves on, and then squeezing some liquid out of the tube. Then, she rubs it across Jackal's scars. For a few seconds, nothing happens. Then, Jackal screams in pain as the smell and sound of sizzling meat fills the air.
"Wait a minute.. let it burn..." Amara says, ignoring Jackal's screams and focusing on the scars. "Now!" She says, after nearly a minute of his screaming.
"Okay fuzzball. This is going to hurt. Enjoy it!" Amara says, before pulling some gloves on, and then squeezing some liquid out of the tube. Then, she rubs it across Jackal's scars. For a few seconds, nothing happens. Then, Jackal screams in pain as the smell and sound of sizzling meat fills the air.
"Wait a minute.. let it burn..." Amara says, ignoring Jackal's screams and focusing on the scars. "Now!" She says, after nearly a minute of his screaming.
"Alright. Hold it there." Amara says, starting to stitch the wing back into place. Once she's done, she does the same to the other side of his back, and switches positions. Jackal passes out from the pain after the first one, which leaves Amara with an easier job.
Once she's done, she sits back and sighs. "Well, he'll have to stay like that for a week or so. And then in a month or two, he'll be able to fly." She says, tilting her neck and cracking the vines.
Once she's done, she sits back and sighs. "Well, he'll have to stay like that for a week or so. And then in a month or two, he'll be able to fly." She says, tilting her neck and cracking the vines.
"Nope. This has got to heal naturally." She says, before grinning at her. "Now... My Queen... The payment?"
"I'm pretty sure you already know the answer..." She says, chuckling as she spreads her legs and lets her spiny, jet black cock dangle below. "How many people can say they got to fuck the Queen, huh?" She asks, grinning.