11-14-2016, 12:06 PM
The last year or so had fucking sucked. Kerberos was not meant to be flesh and bone, squishy and ridiculous and weak He was meant to be an iron god, above the whims of mortal men. Shining and glorious and impenetrable. Though he’d heard a few stories about Beqanna’s dark god that made him willing to reconsider his stance on that. But rumor had it the great Carnage didn’t swing that way, and wasn’t it just a shame?
The hottest ones were always straight or taken. Or lesbians. And okay sure, sometimes they could be persuaded anyhow either way (except the girls who didn't like the D, sadly...). But gods didn’t tend to take well to persuasion, and Cur wasn’t especially inclined to get punished if that punishment were the boring kind instead of the sexy kind.
Well, but wasn’t it just his lucky day? He stumbled across a pretty little fairy (okay, fine, a hot badass of a fairy he’d really rather not cross, given that wicked glow and those sweet horns that looked a little too sharp for his newly vulnerable flesh, whatever. Semantics.) who was just itching to give him back his shiny.
Who the hell was he to object.
“I’m in, sweetcheeks. Also if you want to go bang one out after this is over, I am really digging the--” he paused and tossed his head, gesturing at her wings, those horns, that body, the glowy, menacing everything, “--all of that.”
The hottest ones were always straight or taken. Or lesbians. And okay sure, sometimes they could be persuaded anyhow either way (except the girls who didn't like the D, sadly...). But gods didn’t tend to take well to persuasion, and Cur wasn’t especially inclined to get punished if that punishment were the boring kind instead of the sexy kind.
Well, but wasn’t it just his lucky day? He stumbled across a pretty little fairy (okay, fine, a hot badass of a fairy he’d really rather not cross, given that wicked glow and those sweet horns that looked a little too sharp for his newly vulnerable flesh, whatever. Semantics.) who was just itching to give him back his shiny.
Who the hell was he to object.
“I’m in, sweetcheeks. Also if you want to go bang one out after this is over, I am really digging the--” he paused and tossed his head, gesturing at her wings, those horns, that body, the glowy, menacing everything, “--all of that.”