charlie
Dreaming that she was in an underground ocean made entirely of boiling blood, Charlie slumbered. All around her were naked bodies; some meant for pleasure, others for sustenance but all meant for her. On bended knee she welcomed them between her thighs and between her teeth, adding to the waves that punished the shoreline with relenting force, again and again. Suddenly, there was heat. No, real heat. It wrapped around her, and as she looked down at her bloody fingertips, she began to see the outlines of the rock that had encased her centuries before.
Once Danta's magic wore away enough of Charlie's stony cage to the point that she could use her own, she tugged playfully at the Maverick's magic before pouring on gasoline and encasing herself in an utter inferno.
When the flames died down, the two ancients would see a womanly body seemingly shrunk down to girlish size. Wearing a tight black leather gown and holding a sacrificial dagger, the blue-eyed blonde—whose lipstick was still pristine, we should note—blinked up at them. "Have I missed the blood orgy?" She wondered in a musical voice that was shockingly low for her fun-sized features. "Wait, what are you wearing? You're not dressed at all."
Gesturing at Danta first and then Asta—at least the taller of the two looked somewhat presentable, Charlie shook her head. "Where are your robes? Where are the cut outs—" Here, she gestured vaguely to their crotches. "—and where are your knives?" Her voice was bright and bubbly, if not exceedingly confused.
Once Danta's magic wore away enough of Charlie's stony cage to the point that she could use her own, she tugged playfully at the Maverick's magic before pouring on gasoline and encasing herself in an utter inferno.
When the flames died down, the two ancients would see a womanly body seemingly shrunk down to girlish size. Wearing a tight black leather gown and holding a sacrificial dagger, the blue-eyed blonde—whose lipstick was still pristine, we should note—blinked up at them. "Have I missed the blood orgy?" She wondered in a musical voice that was shockingly low for her fun-sized features. "Wait, what are you wearing? You're not dressed at all."
Gesturing at Danta first and then Asta—at least the taller of the two looked somewhat presentable, Charlie shook her head. "Where are your robes? Where are the cut outs—" Here, she gestured vaguely to their crotches. "—and where are your knives?" Her voice was bright and bubbly, if not exceedingly confused.
they say i did something bad
then why'd it feel so good?
then why'd it feel so good?
