Whoosh! The tension in the desert ruins was palpable as Azidahaka, the mythical creature, found themselves in a rather… ahem… sticky situation. There they were, fingers deep in something squishy, and their face was as red as a fire dragon’s scales. “What in the world am I doing?!” they thought, their mind a chaotic whirlwind of confusion.
Moments ago, they were just petting the White Beast’s belly, trying to replenish their magical energy and get some much-needed rest. But now, their lower half seemed to have a mind of its own. The White Beast’s words had an uncanny power, weaving through Azidahaka’s ears and stabbing at their heart like a dagger. Maybe it was the tone, the voice, or just the sheer audacity of it all!
“Just keep poking with your fingers. Yeah, like that…” the White Beast urged, its tone dripping with mischief.
Azidahaka’s eyes were tightly shut, so they couldn’t see the White Beast’s expression, but they could feel the judgment radiating off of it. “Ugh…” they groaned, feeling utterly humiliated but unable to resist the strange compulsion.
“This… this is all to replenish my energy and stop Satan’s schemes!” they tried to convince themselves, their fingers moving with a rhythm that was both awkward and uncontrollable. Despite their initial reluctance, their body was responding in ways that were… well, let’s just say it was beyond their control.
The White Beast’s tail flicked against their skin, and Azidahaka shuddered. The sensation was unbearable, yet they couldn’t stop. “Ah… ah…!” they cried out, their body trembling as they reached a peak they hadn’t intended to reach.
“Who said you could stop? Keep going!” the White Beast growled, its tail striking with precision.
Azidahaka’s body was on fire, their heart pounding like a furnace. The White Beast’s tail lashed out again and again, each strike pushing Azidahaka closer to the edge. “I can’t… I can’t take it anymore!” they gasped, their body writhing in pleasure and pain.
But just as they were about to reach another climax, the White Beast stopped. “Oh no, you don’t,” it said, a smirk in its voice. “You think you can just feel good without my permission?”
Azidahaka whimpered, their body still trembling from the almost-climax. “Why… why do you keep doing this to me?” they managed to ask, their voice shaky.
The White Beast chuckled, its tail flicking lazily. “Because it’s fun. Now, why don’t you tell me what you’re doing? Use your words.”
Azidahaka’s face burned with shame. “I… I’m touching my… my…” they stammered, unable to finish the sentence.
The White Beast’s tail struck again, harder this time. “Oh, come on. You can do better than that. Describe it. Use your dirty mouth.”
Azidahaka’s mind was a jumble of embarrassment and desire. They had always prided themselves on their dignity and strength, but now they felt as if their very soul was melting under the White Beast’s cruel yet intoxicating commands.
“Master… please… I need you inside me…” they finally whispered, their voice trembling with humiliation and longing.
The White Beast laughed, a low, rumbling sound. “That’s more like it,” it said, before finally giving in to Azidahaka’s pleas.
What followed was a primal, chaotic dance of dominance and submission, as the two creatures gave in to their most basic instincts. Azidahaka, who had once been a proud and mighty being, now found themselves surrendering completely to the White Beast’s desires, their body and mind consumed by an overwhelming, intoxicating pleasure.
And as the dust settled in the desert ruins, Azidahaka couldn’t help but wonder… “What in the world just happened?!”
But alas, some questions are better left unanswered. 😏
