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Mokou began patting her thighs. If there's anything a fairy can't resist, it's the *DON!DON!DON! DO-DON! DO-DON! (TaTaTak! Tak!)* of Festival Drums.
Mokou reaches out to grab the first fairy in sight that comes line-dancing in front of her.
Fairy maid with long black hair. Mokou loves long, luscious black tresses. Mokou clearly HAS to stroke such beautiful hair.
Ignoring the fairy's struggles and noisy complaints, Mokou begins to pet the fairy's hair. Mokou, being an immortal asshole, was so used to things kicking her in the shins that she almost didn't wince when the fairy's heel struck her knee.
It still hurt.
It's no fun if they don't fight.
Wrapping an arm around the fairy's throat, both strangling her cries of dissent and restricting her ability to fight back, Mokou shoved her open hand in the fairy's face.
Her eyes probably went wider than dinner plates, but Mokou never saw it. The poor girl's face was turned from her, unfortunately. She relished the growing cries of denial as realization began to grow.
Mokou forcefully grabs the fairy's tiny fist, digging her fingers in, trying to force the fairy to hold her hand. The poor fairy's shrieks began to grow from desperate pleas of negation to shrill shrieks of terror as her pathetic grip began to give, centimeter by centimeter, to Mokou's superior strength.
With a heaving sob, did the fairy finally surrender, unable to resist any further. Her hand engulfed in the larger woman's, the fairy went limp. There was no further point in fighting when she'd already lost so wholly.
With the fairy having finally submitted, Mokou began to gently stroke the fairy's beautiful hair, savoring every single strand's silky embrace stolen by her fingers. Her fingers wrapped between the fairy's like vile pythons, determined to devour the virginity of this young fairy maiden's previously unstained hand. Each sob wracked the poor fairy maid's entire body as she, unable to resist, could only sit silently and hope the torture would end sooner rather than later. She clung desperately to the name of someone, begging an 'Emilia' to forgive her.
also, the stupid vampire gave an introductory speech or something, but that shit ain't important.
[ ] The vampire mentioned-
- [ ] Bunks?
- [ ] Food?
- [ ] Tennis?
- [ ] A Lake?
- [ ] A Dojo?
- [ ] Wait, a Dojo? At a summer camp?
[ ] Now steal the fairy's [left hand virginity[/spoiler]
'Twasn't I, but ANON who COLLECTIVELY WISHED for this!
THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED ANON!
THIS DEGENERACY WAS YOUR COLLECTIVE HIVE MIND!
or some shit, I dont really know