[ The costume's possession sure is a funny thing. Because it convinces Fuuta that he's a horny humanoid dragon with enough lust and stamina to fuck his way through a whole battalion of strong warriors and knights, and he sure does believe it! As he gazes down upon the bodies littered around the cave, he sure does believe that he just screwed the whole lot of them, screwing each and everyone until they were fucked brainless and compliant! He's just that good! He's a fearsome dragon, of course he is!
-- except, for as much as his brain convinces him that he's on a roll here, it's objectively not true. He hasn't even touched anyone yet, merely standing in place near the back of the cavern, posed over a warrior who's sprawled over the ground, panting and moaning and twitching in "post-orgasmic bliss." And while a normal person might not that much out of seeing this ridiculous set-up ... Fuuta's dragon-pilled brain can think of little more arousing than this. His blood runs terribly hot as he's subject to all the mounting arousal of a dragon being fed a dozen delicious romps, with none of the actual release of said romps.
Which is to say, by the time Narumi stumbles closer to him and the director shouts, 'ACTION!' he's already insanely turned on.
There's an uncharacteristically hungry glint to his eyes as he stalks forward; when he steps over the groaning body of a "fucked-stupid" actor and lets his prosthetic tail drag tantalizingly over the woman's throat, the touch earns a breathless whimper, but Fuuta doesn't even pay it any attention. All of his focus is on Narumi as he legs his tongue drag over the point of his fake fang. ]
Those should be my words, warrior. ... rejoice! [ It's soooo cringe and overdramatic when he spreads his arms as if in invitation, robotic wings flapping wide behind him. At least the flicker of special effects backlighting him with an eerie glow help sell the scene a bit as he cackles. ] You're the last one left! I'll be sure to reward you well for your bravery!
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-- except, for as much as his brain convinces him that he's on a roll here, it's objectively not true. He hasn't even touched anyone yet, merely standing in place near the back of the cavern, posed over a warrior who's sprawled over the ground, panting and moaning and twitching in "post-orgasmic bliss." And while a normal person might not that much out of seeing this ridiculous set-up ... Fuuta's dragon-pilled brain can think of little more arousing than this. His blood runs terribly hot as he's subject to all the mounting arousal of a dragon being fed a dozen delicious romps, with none of the actual release of said romps.
Which is to say, by the time Narumi stumbles closer to him and the director shouts, 'ACTION!' he's already insanely turned on.
There's an uncharacteristically hungry glint to his eyes as he stalks forward; when he steps over the groaning body of a "fucked-stupid" actor and lets his prosthetic tail drag tantalizingly over the woman's throat, the touch earns a breathless whimper, but Fuuta doesn't even pay it any attention. All of his focus is on Narumi as he legs his tongue drag over the point of his fake fang. ]
Those should be my words, warrior. ... rejoice! [ It's soooo cringe and overdramatic when he spreads his arms as if in invitation, robotic wings flapping wide behind him. At least the flicker of special effects backlighting him with an eerie glow help sell the scene a bit as he cackles. ] You're the last one left! I'll be sure to reward you well for your bravery!