charlie
For a moment the man's open chest pulses with life, his blood a dizzying garnet coating upon his broken bones and torn muscles, not unlike the vast rubies that coated the walls of Dygra's inner halls. As the Butcher's hands skillfully pluck away the last line of defence, the man's heart pumps fruitlessly as his blood pressure drops. Even then it continues, such was the way of men who were young and strong, and Charlie can't help but feel a delicious heat beneath her thighs to bear witness to the dying man's efforts to cling to life.
In the darkness it almost appears as though Asta's arms have been enveloped entirely by shadows, such is the colour of blood in the moonlight, and as he pulls free their victim's heart, offering it out to her, she offers him a look that's as coy as it is appreciative. "And here I thought I'd have to arm wrestle you for it." She laughs, utterly delighted.
Holding the heart reverently in her small hands, Charlie twists it gently before raising it to her lips and biting into the aorta. Her tongue wraps around the thick muscle as her sharp teeth clench down before sawing side to side such that as she pulls it away from her lips, it's a relatively clean cut. Sighing decadently, Charlie holds it out for Asta to taste before cupping one hand into the man's chest capacity and letting the blood slip from her palm over his face, not unlike a gravy over a particularly rare cut of meat.
In the darkness it almost appears as though Asta's arms have been enveloped entirely by shadows, such is the colour of blood in the moonlight, and as he pulls free their victim's heart, offering it out to her, she offers him a look that's as coy as it is appreciative. "And here I thought I'd have to arm wrestle you for it." She laughs, utterly delighted.
Holding the heart reverently in her small hands, Charlie twists it gently before raising it to her lips and biting into the aorta. Her tongue wraps around the thick muscle as her sharp teeth clench down before sawing side to side such that as she pulls it away from her lips, it's a relatively clean cut. Sighing decadently, Charlie holds it out for Asta to taste before cupping one hand into the man's chest capacity and letting the blood slip from her palm over his face, not unlike a gravy over a particularly rare cut of meat.
Walked in and dream came trued it for ya
Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya
Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
