(STORY COMM) Catacomb Coo...ing

Even from several feet away, the raw musky stench of Prissy’s friend Bolivia hit the air hard, wiping out the ancient dirt that already sullied the air. Prissy clamped her hands over her mouth and wretched while the rat gently sucked on the underwear as if it were a drink. Her chest rose and deflated from swallowing the raw juices that stained fine fabric. She slurped away frantically until her saliva wetted the crotch, with the rat carelessly stuffing the panties at the bottom of her staff. The pouty frown on her face complemented the look of shock Prissy offered her.

“Hmph. Pig’s musk,” the rat grumbled. “And I thought Carrie couldn’t get enough of the thick brew.” 

The tips of Prissy’s ears were beet red when she shouted, “Who the hell are you?!” at the top of her lungs, with the rat not even jolting in retort. She simply brushed aside her flowing raven hair before clacking her heels against the floor, closing the gap between her and Prissy, no matter how much the paladin stumbled backward, realizing she fucked up.

“My name is Rosaline,” hissed the rat, “and you’d be kind to address me as such.”

“Y-you murderous, lecherous, disgusting…”

“Oh, quiet already!” Rosaline stomped on the ground before her heel cracked and she stumbled in place. Her arms wobbled as she kneeled down to toss away her shoes with her halberd swaying beneath her arm. “I didn’t kill any of your friends, they’re all still alive, just twitching down to their knees. I wouldn’t say they’re dead, but they won’t be coming to your rescue anytime soon.”

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