Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200707214420/@comment-27666783-20200723031948

Lick.

''That envious time, until it runs out its pace. The lazy leaden stepping hours, who's speed plummets. Ma Chenguang had no capability to call herself Chenguang, there was only want, craving, taste. To glut herself on what her womb was meant to devour. Everything was false and vain at that very moment but him, only him remained. ''

Lick.

''She neared, the twisting fire lights and the smell of smoke and mist did not phase her. In a feral grace the Jinko soared across the village way, no rational awareness. All she could focus on was near. To save him from the lecherous rabble, rescue him from his own self-deprecating dross, shower him in a pleasure he's denied himself. ''

Lick.

''There he was. That pecan wood. Her heart was on fire, her soul felt as if it could climb. He'd resist, she expected no less, but he will understand. As if the overlord herself assured her. Through him they could leave this earthly grossness, through him they could triumph over death, and chance, and time... ''

In a roar of lust, she charged him.

"Where I can find Marcus and Cyn-" The roar echoed throughout the village opening, Bertram turned to be greeted by the sight of a Jinko sprinting on all fours to him. "Chen?" in a moment, his demeanor melted away. He huffs in disbelief, his visage of calm collectedness taking a cue of an actor off the play, replaced with emotional vulnerability. "She's alive, oh by all the gods I thought I lost her." He cracks, drawing toward her for a moment before noticing her wild charge. He is confused for a moment, "Che- Oh you're having a laugh." he curses, throwing his backpack to the side of the ground and getting in a low stance.

The half-naked, sweat glistened jinko closes the distance quickly, barreling right at Bertram with enough speed to leap in the air, muscular arms outstretched to grab him. Bertram careens to the left right at the moment of collision, narrowly avoiding a tackle, but one of her paws quickly snags on his attire. She clumsily pivots with a lack of discipline unlike a jinko, maddly bring her other paw to wrap around him.

The jinko was considerably larger than the man, and she brought both of them down to the ground. Her weight kept his body pinned as he started flailing. "Chen! Chen wake up!"

"Qiu... Qiu Qiu ni..." Chenguang feverishly chanted almost in a trance. Her eyes transfixed on Bertram's like a man dying of thirst. "Qiu Qiu ni, buyao dikang." She brought a paw to the collar of Bertram's shirt, gripping it, and tearing downward with her claws . "Oppa, wo hui rang ni gangjue hen hao."

Bertram jolted at first at her words, "Crikey you're in heat, get ahold of yourself!" Quickly, he wrapped his legs over her shoulders to prevent the lust drunk jinko from getting over his chest. A temporary act, given her strength... "Is this it?! All your Qigong Chi-kung fuck circus self control nonsense good for!? Think about what your're doing! " Her head presses downward and through his torn top, tongue darting out to graze his abdomen. "No you bloody don't- Yesha! Yesha quickly in my bag! There's a device in there, its black, shaped like an L, hurry!"