Life of a IMVU fucking spritualist Day 5

Raynelovexx: an dumped on me tho
DracMorair: hellow
Dwyn: Ey….
Raynelovexx: (wrong chat sorry)
XxNicomedesxX: -pulls your shirt down over your face. blinding you and revealling your tits- hmm…so many targets.. -not wanting to hurt the little girl too much with a punch. he delivered and open hand slap to her belly. letting his wrist go loose to allow for the maximum amount of sting and sound-
Raynelovexx: *she yelps loudly holding her belly* NNNNNN
DracMorair: ~~gigglez at Nico’s toying with her~~
XxNicomedesxX: -i grab your wrists and throw them out of hte way so i can deliver another slap to your belly. already red contrasting on your pale skinned body from the first slap. if you remain helpless to get out. i would do this 4 more times each stinging blow twice as painful as the next-
Raynelovexx: *i untangle my legs letting myself fall flat on the mat* fucking shit >/////<
Dwyn: Okay <_<, I’mma regret dibing on Rayne.
DracMorair: ~~clicks my toungue in a mocking of her situation followed with a deep chuckle as I see the blushing~~
DracMorair: That mean I can challenge nico?
XxNicomedesxX: -pulls off her top completely. throws it over to Drac. for a souvineir. – on your feet . -i would pick her up by the head. and stand before her. watching her on wobbly legs. as i give her a small window of opportunity to do something-
DracMorair: ~~giggles catching it with one of my claws twirling it like a mocking rooster banner~~
Raynelovexx: *i weakly swing at him wanting to atleast leave a mark on him*
DracMorair: I’d say she’s no fight left in her
Dwyn: ^
DracMorair: Find something ot piss her off
Dwyn: This is more like some Dom vs sub thing
DracMorair: ikr
DracMorair: passive agressive BS
Dwyn: Least bit of entertaining.
Raynelovexx: (yeah can you go ahead and end this buddy?)
DracMorair: I’m all for maschocist out of the ring, but here, its little more than a bdsm play
XxNicomedesxX: -he takes her weak swing without flinching. he would then push her into his corner hard. trying to knock the wind out of her and stun her. then he would grab her shorts. pull them down. grab her by the back of the head and throw her face first into the mat with her shorts around her ankles-
DracMorair: ~~claps my hands~~ fuck that bitch!
Raynelovexx: *gets knocked out by the blow* (you win)
Dwyn: And your winner.
Dwyn: Nico
Dwyn: Nico Bellic
XxNicomedesxX: -pulls her up by the hair. flings her out of the ring. naked and ashamed-
DracMorair: ~~watches nico with a giggle jumping up and povolting into the ring with minimal effort from my bottom half landing in the center ring on all fours wagging my tail~~ Wana real challenge Nico?
XxNicomedesxX: later gtg. 🙂
DracMorair: ~pouts~
Dwyn: Dayum o _o
DracMorair: Dwyn you ever going ot get out of spectator mode?
Dwyn: I’d love but uhm >_>. I need to be off in 30 mins or so.
Dwyn: What the hey
Dwyn: Lets go for it o3o
Dwyn: -Steps into the ring-.
Dwyn: Tafa
Dwyn: Tada
DracMorair: ~~wiggles my tuckus at him ~~ Come and get it
Raynelovexx: dont do eet! xD
Raynelovexx: its a treek
Dwyn: I know what I am in for xD.
DracMorair: gigglez
DracMorair: Dwyn has seen meat my finest
Dwyn: I might leave midway, don’t get pissed and stuff >_>
DracMorair: Nah, I’ll take what I can
DracMorair: comeon
Dwyn: Alright
Dwyn: Then
Dwyn: Just let me clarify a few things before we proceed >_>
DracMorair: awws
Dwyn: No diety tricks.
DracMorair: Define dirty
Dwyn: And I mean
DracMorair: gigglez
Dwyn: Diety
Dwyn: Deity*
Dwyn: Dirty is always encouraged.
Dwyn: Go mad there 😀
DracMorair: come on 30 minutes
DracMorair: time is tick’n
Dwyn: But yeah seriously, no supernatural stuffs >_>
DracMorair: fair enough
Dwyn: Alright then
Dwyn: Ladies first.~
DracMorair: ~~crawls up to him with out a care giggling along the way moving mucles where no human figure should have them as I prowl up to him. Lifing my uper half to lick his belly batting my lashes looking up at him~~
DracMorair: tick tock
DracMorair: bark
Dwyn: Aye aye
Dwyn: typing
Dwyn: I’ll extend my time for you if these gets intense.
DracMorair: oooo
DracMorair: promise?
Dwyn: Mhm
DracMorair: Then doit dwyn
DracMorair: hey der Ghanima
DracMorair: bout to get started with dwyn here for the first round between me and him
Ghanima: ‘Allo….ah, impeccable timing, then
DracMorair: indutibly
DracMorair: enjoy
DracMorair: Taking his sweet ass time though
DracMorair: Tempted to put a stipen, two minute action or forfiet the next action to the other
Dwyn: -The man would poise himself at the turnbuckle in a manner to stretch all of his pivotal muscles for the match to partake. Holding onto the bands he carries with him always, wrapping them around his firm fists; slightly rouged from his last events of bloodlusts. He’d crouch down in ways as he rested his head to his fists clinched as one, chanting some words in whimper before he takes off in a lunge in the same vertical position to awaken the enthusiasm. He’d then sight onto his opponent, been startled a bit from its figure and expression. He’d then notice it trying to proceed towards him in alluring manner, he’d take the bait and stand idly in his very position, not moving a flinch as the furry licked him through the belly. The man would once again crouch down, this time focusing onto the furry; raising his arms and petting it on the head, as a grin would come on to his. He’d then utter the words.- Don’t play nice 
DracMorair: ~~giggles heartidly at the request as I raise my paws to shred there shorts and opening my jaw to take his soft cock into my muzzle, using my lighting fast forked demon, yet ruff jaguar/wolf like across the base milking blood flow into it~~
DracMorair: hey foo!
si1foo1fighters: heeey drac
DracMorair: Just starting this round with dwyn 🙂
si1foo1fighters: have fun
DracMorair: always
DracMorair: enjoy
DracMorair: seriously Dwnn, two minutes to respond, thats m y limit. Gods i need action.
Dwyn: >_>
DracMorair: Think on your feet
DracMorair: funner that way
Ghanima: He’s not doing too badly for someone whose first language isn’t English
Dwyn: Aye aye.
DracMorair: meh we all speak a second language…. Phonics is first.
Ghanima: Lol But, you should stop para-roleplaying, Dwyn
DracMorair: tick tock dwynn
DracMorair: ehy foo
DracMorair: you wana play with me if Dwnn cant pull his imagination out of his ass
DracMorair: slow ass*
DracMorair: bark
Dwyn: -The man would be stiff as a statue, not much of an expression wandered onto his face as he was being stripped of his shorts. Gazing onto the whim of the beast through attempt in engulfing my shaft in a beastly way. A mere chuckle would overtake his face as he would lower himself towards the furry, while keeping his lower body stern as a tree. The blood drizzling and overflowing through there would just keep him preoccupied from thinking of what maneuvers to attempt. The man would go with the flow and clinch onto the back of the furry’s head; held rather aggressively. He’d then move himself in a tro and fro motion.-
Dwyn: I like typing so. Sorry >_>
DracMorair: grr
Dwyn: Like adding a bit of depth into that.
DracMorair: ~~As his hands embrace my scruff I give a shrug as I dislocate my jaw, my heritage allowing for a bit more in the field of race biases, opening my jaw to dig in my k9s to the top of his naval and the bottom hitting his anus, Balls and cock in my muzzle firmly I use my paws to digg into his hips and push him back in the corner, my body following as I ram the cock down my throat~~
DracMorair: (depth…. ironic)
DracMorair: gigglez
Dwyn: -The man’s eyes would widen through, slapping off the still expression he had going before this dilemma came through. He’d then let a bit of a cry in agony, as he held onto the jaws of the beast with firm grips, as he tried to agape them in a belligerent manner. Grinding his teeth and squitning his eyes; as he tried to ignore the pain overlfowing.-
DracMorair: ~~giving a growl as his attempt just locks into his naval and anus as my forked jaguar/wolf toung works over his balls, contracting my throat to swallow over his cock over and over. The anology of attempting ot digest his cock hitting my thought as I chuckle at his attempts and the thought~~
Dwyn: -Thrusting his head backwards in more pain, the man would feel as he was about to be castrated in the most peculiar ways. All of his mustered macho would come to shreds, as the member was locked in a pretty tight predicament. The man would inhale as he gasped through, letting his hands loose from the clinch of the beast; forming his both of his hands into one big fist and landing it right onto the neck of the beast with full force in an attempt to hit the jugular vien.-
Dwyn: Wbz
Dwyn: Dwyn: -Thrusting his head backwards in more pain, the man would feel as he was about to be castrated in the most peculiar ways.