"Stupid question, Soldier," Basco murmurs back, matching Joe's volume reflexively. His claws track down Joe's gut and thighs, shredding everything he wears; welts and thin cut lines rise in places, where Joe tenses or Basco digs deeper. Basco ignores them; he has a goal. Joe's cock is uncovered as the shreds of denim and leather and thinner fabrics fall away; Basco hisses in a breath of suspense and desire as he sees it, small and delicate as is the humanoid alien beneath him, especially as compared to the leathery, scaled form that is his true body, reinforced and shielded with bone and exostructures even when he is completely naked.
Joe's body is so very FRAGILE beneath him and it is delicious. Basco wants to devour it all, shatter him. He wants to leave Joe in pieces, carefully laid out in the proper order as though they're all still connected together.
Basco's humanoid illusion is nearly completely gone now; his face remains mostly, his soft-lipped sneer alternating in flickers with serrated yellow sharkteeth inside a cartiliginous bloodred maw. But the rest of him is the monster.
Basco's straddling Joe's body; with an impatient hand he yanks the boy's thighs into a less-annoying configuration, one that displays Joe's cock better.
His own arousal is throbbing and rigid against the front of his pelvis. It's unsettlingly large, bipartate and divided lengthwise down its middle. Dark bloody red and calloused on its outside, with a paler, soft interior that has swollen open to receive the sex of his partner, Basco's pouch-sheath is lined with barbs that are twitching with each pulse of his hearts.
The barbs are twitching, nearly fully aroused, just waiting for Basco to shove the juicy sex of his victim's - partner's - body inside his pouch. As soon as he's wrapped around Joe's cock, Basco's barbs will reach hard, sharp arousal, and Joe's blood will feed Basco's biology while his pain feeds Basco's lusts.
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Date: 2012-05-17 05:21 am (UTC)Joe's body is so very FRAGILE beneath him and it is delicious. Basco wants to devour it all, shatter him. He wants to leave Joe in pieces, carefully laid out in the proper order as though they're all still connected together.
Basco's humanoid illusion is nearly completely gone now; his face remains mostly, his soft-lipped sneer alternating in flickers with serrated yellow sharkteeth inside a cartiliginous bloodred maw. But the rest of him is the monster.
Basco's straddling Joe's body; with an impatient hand he yanks the boy's thighs into a less-annoying configuration, one that displays Joe's cock better.
His own arousal is throbbing and rigid against the front of his pelvis. It's unsettlingly large, bipartate and divided lengthwise down its middle. Dark bloody red and calloused on its outside, with a paler, soft interior that has swollen open to receive the sex of his partner, Basco's pouch-sheath is lined with barbs that are twitching with each pulse of his hearts.
The barbs are twitching, nearly fully aroused, just waiting for Basco to shove the juicy sex of his victim's - partner's - body inside his pouch. As soon as he's wrapped around Joe's cock, Basco's barbs will reach hard, sharp arousal, and Joe's blood will feed Basco's biology while his pain feeds Basco's lusts.