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The Sublime Overlord of the Realm
The great thing about being a small fluttering object is that sometimes objects in motion produced a small fluff of air that buffeted the fluttering object a little, knowing it out of the space that would soon be occupied by the other object in motion. The stave's length and width was enough to sense as it pushed through the air behind her like a bat. She flitted out of its path like a miniature dancer, her brown and blue wings shimmering as the bit of light in the warehouse struck the vibrant colors. The man she had wounded was still stumbling away from her, but the new man behind her was prepared to try to swat her down. She cackled in her high pitched voice as she turned to face the new threat, excitement vibrating up through her small frame even as the stave's length made another pass at her. Ah ha ha ha! Too slow, Biggity big big! Gotta do better'n that! Ah ha ha haaaa!

Viske flung herself at the man's face like a rock from a sling, gripping her pick fiercely in her hands. Heedless of the a third man nearing the scene, she jabbed her pick into the man with the stave's brown left eye. His screams were more angry and more startled than the first man's as he reeled back, his hands dropping their weapon to swat at her where she hung in front of his face. As the first hand came in, the faerie pulled back, taking her weapon with her, blood spurting and eye juices running down the tensed flesh of the man's large pored face. His good eye roved in an attempt to find her as she ducked down and scratched a deep groove in the tender flesh of his neck which caused him to fling himself backwards from her, one hand on his neck to staunch the flow of red and the other cupping his now useless left eye. A sword hissed through the air now as the third man moved to come after her. Her high pitched giggle was most sinister.

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Speckers frowned and crossed his arms, affixing Barrett in his one eyed sights. So lemme get this straight. Ya want me ta share an eyepatch wit' Mister Big here when he ain't got no need for an eyepatch? It ain't like I'm askin' fer a wooden eye 'r nuthin.' Jus' a strip of leather. I take it ta mean that you would've been lonely goin' to shore alone an' tricked us by sayin' that you'd buy us somethin' when ya meant that you'd buy us as little as possible to insure that we'd come along? The red haired boy exhaled roughly, not understanding Barrett at all. Just thinking about getting a new leather patch was making his socket itch something fierce, but he pushed aside the impulse which showed itself along his face through small twitches on that side of his face.

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Mershay laughed and wove around trees as she ran with Yucky in pursuit. He seemed to charge after her with a ravenous hunger that went way beyond that of hunger for food. Maddened by lust, the red draconian led him on before disappearing in a thorny bramble bush that was as high as she was. The thorns could not puncture her scaled hide and she slid through it like a red scaled knife through butter. The area she came in was a secluded one filled with more bramble plants and a small pool with a tiny waterfall that fed into it. It was quiet after all the noise the two draconians were making as it scared away the local creatures if the scent didn't force them out after that point. It was here that Mershay wanted him to catch her, but she was prepared to put up a token of resistance to inflame his lust even more. He would catch her, she knew, and she would buck at him and use her claws and teeth on him until he used some force to subdue her. That, she believed, was the true way of dragons.

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Pasuk sighed heavily at Pokey's complete ignorance. She followed after him into her small place. The nest that served as her resting place was crafted from woven plant fronds, solidified mud, and a mixture of straw and goat pelts to create a soft space. The door flapped shut behind her, leaving them in what dim light filtered into her home. She disrobed with almost a medical detachment, leaving her pale clothing to drop to the floor behind her as she moved to stand beside the stupid male. You know absolutely nothing about females, do you? You have never been with one, never touched a one since your mother let your egg drip from beneath her tail, I bet. Stolen as an egg and placed into a life that left you empty and without purpose. I can pity you for that, I suppose. You truly don't belong here in this village. I thought I could find you tolerably attractive and try to get through this, but perhaps I was wrong. The light danced across her odd pale scales, her bare form and the length of her tail, as she moved about her house tidying up a few assorted things as a distraction from the man in the room and the issue he represented. I will give you two choices. You either take off your pants or you get out of my house. Which will it be?

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In the press of bodies, Travis' pants were ripped off of him and not all in one piece. Their skirts were also easy enough to get tugged out of place and off within the wriggling mass of scales. Chasah, too close to the back of him, had realized that her best chance of being with the man was to encourage him to hurry with her sister. The woman helped to try to straighten Travis up while straddling the base of Travis' tail, rubbing herself and her heavy pheromones on one of Travis' sensor spots before giving him a rough love bite on the back of his neck. Kasah stroked Travis' manhood intimately as she turned herself around and shifted her tail out of the way.

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Sisly smiled gratefully as Stomp took her hand and led her to a bench. It was a small space, but she was not very large and the both of them would fit with a little nudging. As they squeezed themselves in, the green female held out the haunch towards Stomp, its steaming juices filling up her nose and making her mouth water. Stomp, we can share. I'll support this half. You that half, okay? She indicated that they would eat off the same chunk of meat together with him holding half of it and her the other and that they'd meet in the middle of the meat, so to speak. Her sisters had told her before this day that it was the perfect way to steal a kiss from a man. When their noses met in the middle, they would have no choice... maybe?

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Darly wasn't paying very close attention to the two men and the casks. She was working to get her arms around her one. And once everyone appeared ready to go, she began to lead them on a path that would take them a little ways out from the settlement and towards the freshwater stream at a point where no one had peed in it and it hadn't gotten too much junk from other people on the island.

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Jan's lips peeled back into a crooked skeletal grin where her one gold cap glimmered in her rain hood. Her eyes were already like slits in her face. Leave my boys' ears alone. They can actually use theirs. I should take both of yours because it's obvious that you aren't. Make do without the cloaks or my boys and I will have to cut them off for you. The woman supported the hiskr's stance with her own, her scimitar sliding partially unsheathed with a slow hiss. Her draw would be like lightning if he moved so much as a muscle in a direction she didn't like.

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Tannake reveled in the good feeling, oblivious to all else.
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