The wire what sought purchase wound and gripped tight before more of the length snaked further up the calf, a slow and relishing touch. To be kept at such a distance for so long, for as much as they fought, slowly killed him inside no matter how much he enjoyed the cat and mouse game.
His heart lifted when he saw those antlers grow, countless prongs twisting and threatening to gore. Alastor turned and swung full force when Vox crossed that finish line, and he only just managed to duck those wild antlers. One set of claws raked and tore his pitifully ruined jacket and what remained of his vest, bit into skin and added fresh dribbles of red to the crumbled streets beneath them, but his hands were free to set upon him: One to seize an opposing arm of the Radio Demon, and another to clutch where that bow tie always was. The Media Demon advanced, applying full weight to a wrestling match.
More wires flew from his back to thrust into the ground and secure him, while others couldn't help themselves. To be so close like this again was such a rare opportunity, the tingle of electricity his own excitement as technological tendrils set around the red demon's middle, his thighs, a long stroke up his back.
Still more slithered down his own body in kind, tucking beneath and rending what remained of his own clothing asunder. Terrified masses could enjoy a combination wrestling match and undressing session, but it'd be their one warning before this strange blue amalgamation of man and machine would give a sound that was a combination of an electric buzz and a purr. Amid the hard coating painted over countless wires and the bite of clue claws, something softer, hotter began to grind against him, seeking and searching in the struggle. Then a second. He really was more shark-like...
Here. Now. Backed by alarmed screams and some distant car alarms that wailed and gradually died as battery damage in the collateral slowly ebbed the life out of them.
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His heart lifted when he saw those antlers grow, countless prongs twisting and threatening to gore. Alastor turned and swung full force when Vox crossed that finish line, and he only just managed to duck those wild antlers. One set of claws raked and tore his pitifully ruined jacket and what remained of his vest, bit into skin and added fresh dribbles of red to the crumbled streets beneath them, but his hands were free to set upon him: One to seize an opposing arm of the Radio Demon, and another to clutch where that bow tie always was. The Media Demon advanced, applying full weight to a wrestling match.
More wires flew from his back to thrust into the ground and secure him, while others couldn't help themselves. To be so close like this again was such a rare opportunity, the tingle of electricity his own excitement as technological tendrils set around the red demon's middle, his thighs, a long stroke up his back.
Still more slithered down his own body in kind, tucking beneath and rending what remained of his own clothing asunder. Terrified masses could enjoy a combination wrestling match and undressing session, but it'd be their one warning before this strange blue amalgamation of man and machine would give a sound that was a combination of an electric buzz and a purr. Amid the hard coating painted over countless wires and the bite of clue claws, something softer, hotter began to grind against him, seeking and searching in the struggle. Then a second. He really was more shark-like...
Here. Now. Backed by alarmed screams and some distant car alarms that wailed and gradually died as battery damage in the collateral slowly ebbed the life out of them.