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", "writing": "\"Oh, my baby, how beautiful you are\n\nOh, my darling, completely torn apart\"\n\nGone with the Sin - _HIM_\n\n⛧\n\nMorana stood in the center of a kingdom's ruins, wondering if it was _her_ doing of its decaying state. Crumbles of stone tumbled beneath her hind paws as she scuffled around a fragmented fountain. It was eerily still; not even the wind breezed through her hair. She caught glimpses of eyes peering at her from the cracks of crumbling buildings, making her incredibly conscious about her appearance. Grey fluffy clouds, the same as her fur, hid the light of day, casting a solemn gloom over the dead land.\n\nHowever, she didn't remember passing through this kingdom, nor knew what a prosperous appearance it might have boasted. It had been about a month, or perhaps two, since her departure from her home castle. A rather sudden and rash departure, as the cause was from her own royalty. It was a tale that Morana wasn't ready to tell, not to herself, not to anyone she would come across. But with all the leaflets posted on bulletin boards advertising a lost vampire princess, her face plastered on them, promising a hefty bounty, she was bound to explain herself someday.\n\nToday wouldn't be one of those days. There was no one around to even ask about such. Venturing through the sodden and sullen roads through homes abandoned, she followed a crimson glow that shone with great eeriness, visible from even outside of the ruins. The faint sounds of an accordion song echoed from the desolate streets, growing increasingly clearer the closer she explored, her ears attuned and perked up. The tune it prominently sang out to the scattered audience of the kingdom's inhabitants had an unsettling undertone, causing a growing sense of dread inside the bat. Following the tune of the reaper, Morana was inevitably met with the size of a massive circus-like tent. The red glow she followed was from a massive fire, held by a cradle that resembled talons reaching out into the heavens. Further light was spewed out from the tent's entrance, which looked similar to a simple mask that seemed to shriek with an agape maw (two smaller holes that resembled eyes sat above, also carrying a glow). A black line for each eye ran vertically across, with tears staining under each.\n\nA brawny figure stood beside the entrance, the source of the song she heard echo throughout these roads, playing fluidly and perfectly. She wondered how such a small instrument was able to signal its call to her so remotely. The stranger wore a mask similar to the 'face' of the tent, in the shape of a vertical pointed oval that bore no mouth, and remained unstirred upon their sight of Morana. The bat stopped outside of the tent's entrance, gazing languidly at the musician. They too turned to look down at her without a word, the mask's black eyes conveying no emotion for Morana to identify. She felt worry trickle down her spine, and she made a small wave to the mysterious figure. They remained unchanging. Dread continued to seize Morana's nerves. She glanced around the area the two stood in, finding no other souls that were drawn to this tent. Without knowledge of what laid past the entrance that faced her, the bat was reluctant to step much further. Wonder, however, gnawed at her mind, and almost reluctantly, with defiance to her mind, she stepped past the tarp that hid from her curiosity.\n\nThe tunes were gone without a lingering note as soon as she stepped a paw inside. Despite how bright the glow seemed, the inside of the tent remained gloomy and dark. A welcome change of scenery she decided, unbothered by the dark interior, for her eyes were greatly accustomed to such conditions. She even became more lax, strolling further into the tent with less paranoia than before. Soon, she stood in the center of a great dome shaped room, most likely where the show of the circus would transpire. 'But why even _is_ there a circus in a dead kingdom?' Morana thought, gazing at the scarlet drapes that lined the walls and floor.\n\nA great rumble started to shake around her, and Morana's claws from her hind paws dug into the ground, startled. A drum roll she couldn't find the source of started playing, and bright beams of light from the ceiling started to dance around on the floor. This went on for a few seconds, the bat's surprised gaze following the spotlights, before the circles of light converged into one location in front of her. The drum roll grew louder, and a puff of red smoke accompanied by a sound similar to the crackle of lightening formed! She coughed and covered her eyes with a yelp from the rapid and sudden haze, hearing the paradiddle die down. What remained was an incredibly tall anthro bat, much taller than the musician outside. He too wore a similar mask, in the shape of a loose heart, yet its eyes glowed the same red that invited her inside. A grey cloak wrapped around him with red that lined the insides. The bat's fur was deep black, made apparent by his large ears, and his longer legs that weren't concealed by his cloak. At such a formidable sight, Morana's wings spread wide behind her, trying to make her small appearance a smidge more intimidating.\n\n\"Wonderful! How promising that a distant kin of ours have been drawn to the flame! I am Grimm, master of this troupe, and I am pleased to meet you, dear child...\"\n\nThe bat boasted loudly with a husky voice, gazing down at Morana before bowing down for a quick moment. She couldn't say a single word to the taller bat, left speechless from his exotic entrance and how much he towered over her. Nonetheless, after waiting for a reply that never came, Grimm stood up straight and continued.\n\n\"Have you masked your appearance solely off of our tent? Or did our fortuitous imitation of yourself draw you inside?\"\n\nHe asked Morana, referring to her similarities to himself and his troupe.\n\n\"Uh- No! I've never seen you guys or this before so I…guess you could say the last option-\"\n\nHis question was enough to bring Morana out of the slight shock, a slight blush forming onto her cheeks as her mind was already running rampant about him, her hostility starting to fade. Grimm could sense it too, as well as her.. other thoughts, stepping closer to the smaller bat.\n\n\"Special child, I can feel the warmth of your thoughts and the depths of your nightmares! The flame inside you burns hot and cold.. a perfect candidate of your upbringing for our Ritual's dance..\"\n\nGrimm pondered out loud, savoring Morana's scarred appearance and strange familiarity.\n\n\"Hey!- You don't know me or what I'm thinking of you...stupid tall bat...\"\n\nMorana harshly replied in defiance to the troupe master's correct assumptions, her voice trailing off. She shuffled her hind paws idly and looked downwards, reluctant to further tell Grimm about her thoughts. The taller vampire chuckled softly from her fierceness and bent forward, his head just a few inches above Morana's. He extended a singular claw and traced it along her jawline, piercing past her fur and lightly scratching the skin that laid underneath, letting the bat focus on his mask.\n\n\"Do not neglect our lewd dance further, my friend! The air hums with excitement, and it is now time to feed the flame that burns inside us both!\"\n\n\"Lewd?!\"\n\nMorana said with great shock when Grimm finished, blushing even deeper. Before she had a chance to oppose further, the taller bat snapped his fingers, and a bright flash of red light filled the room and blinded her. She let out a yelp of pain, struggling to find balance. When her eyes readjusted to the new luminance, she found the drapes that carpeted the walls removed to reveal a stage that circled the pair. Countless figures, all with the same mask as the musician outside, stood in stepped rows. They whispered eagerly among themselves, all of their lifeless eyes peering straight at Morana. Great apprehension seized her bones, using her wings to cover her whole body apart from her head, where her eyes glared bitterly to the crowd. That only made the masked figures buzz more excitedly, waves of movement drifting through the masses. She turned her attention to Grimm, who had his wings spread very widely apart, his great wingspan drawing \"oohs\" and \"ahhs\" from the spectators. A booming organ started to play an up-beat tune, blurring the lines of waltz and theatrical music. The troupe master stepped forward to the flustered bat, where she seemed to be hiding her crotch more than her body. He chuckled softly and used the talons of his wings to gently pry Morana's own wings from her body.\n\n\"Don't fret small one... show the crowd you are worthy of this passionate dance!\"\n\nGrimm expertly spun Morana around so both bats faced the same direction. The taller one still kept his wings holding hers, spreading them as wide as he could, revealing to the crowd the tent that was forming under Morana's dress that she so desperately tried to hide. Ecstatic murmurs rushed through the stands as the little bat whined an embarrassed tone, tucking her dress down to try and hide it further.\n\n\"Don't keep me waiting any longer dear...\"\n\nGrimm whispered lustfully into Morana's ear, stiffening the smaller bat even further. He reached around Morana with a mask in his hand, very similar to the one he was wearing himself. Morana didn't find herself objecting to it and watched the taller bat place the bony white mask over her. As soon as the mask was firmly in place, her vision turned black and her mind went blank.\n\n⛧\n\nHer mind and eyes reawoke with a pinkish-red tint that painted everything she looked at. The interior of the tent, and everyone that watched her, carried a slight blur as if tears subtly coated her gaze. The music was left muffled, and so were the voices of the crowd, and of Grimm himself. He stood in front of Morana, his red eyes the only thing that was left clear to her. He spoke grandly to the stage, but all of what he said was left as muffled undertones for a new phrase that rang loud and clear for her ears:\n\n\"Listen to the master, of the troupe, of yourself… Your part is far from over…\"\n\nMorana's mind felt insanely numb and light. All the worries and thoughts that once clouded her mind were clouded itself, and no amount of her thinking could pierce through the haze. All that was left were the commands Grimm gave her.. and how insanely libidinous she felt. Morana felt the flame inside transfer to heat in her crotch, and her limbs threaten to slumber. Grimm moved in closer to her, placing her arms to lay almost limp onto his shoulders. The master then grasped her waist comfortably, and with the tune of music she could barely hear, pranced around the circus stage. The distorted voices of her mind, and her onlookers, grew louder, making her mind buzz as she was danced around. She was left staring up at Grimm's mask while he looked down at her, pressing her chin into his abdomen with one of his wings.\n\nThe dance of the pair continued on lustfully. Grimm would close his large wings around the pair frequently, and after each time he'd spread out wide and the two bats would lose an article of clothing. It started with the top that revealed more of Grimm's bleak black fur and Morana's chest, which carried small, perky boobs. Furthermore, her red 'scars' that veined across her body were more than present. Then came off the bottoms, and Morana's tattered dress would be no more. Both bats would bear cocks, although Grimm's would be much larger than the twitching, leaking one that belonged to the princess. Each gradual undressing would draw gasps and lewd whistles, and soon the pair would dance with bare fur brushing one another. Grimm's member would prod and brush against Morana's abdomen, right below her chest. As they continued to dance, Morana would further drown in the pervertedness of her deepest desires, gawking downwards at his cock more so than his mask.\n\nThe ritual progressed onto its next state when Morana couldn't bear her pent-up urges any longer and dropped to her knees in an instant. The troupe master's member throbbed right in front of her masked face as Morana grasped and stroked it urgently. She tried to let her maw enclose on his cock, but that mask of hers blocked her feralness from progressing any further. Grimm stifled a moan as his new partner jerked him rapidly, looking down at her with amusement and slight confusion. The crowd around the pair leaned in further, desperate to see the sights just now unfolding. Morana whimpered behind her mask, still trying to tug his shaft into a barred orifice. With her other paw, she started to tilt up her mask to take it off, but Grimm's hand gripped her wrist tightly and pulled it away. She looked up to see his eyes much brighter than before.\n\n\"Not yet, dear child... Your flame is still needed.\"\n\nAgain his voice, in the midst of a thousand muffled chorus, echoed into her buzzing mind. Grimm held her naked body close to him, and with a poof, the two disappeared from the stage, sending waves of awe across the spectators. Shortly after, they reappeared in an entirely new position. Morana's back was pressed against the floor, and her legs were folded upwards against it. Grimm, who has crawled over her, pressed her ankles and wrists together to the ground. The smaller bat's butt was lifted upwards slightly, where his cock was already present in front of her tailhole, coated in a slick wet substance. Morana's own cock was throbbing madly, long strings of pre dripping down her slightly bent body. Grimm stared straight downwards at Morana, the two masks' eyes locking with each other. All the princess could see was his mask, and his bright eyes burning every thought in her brain, leaving pure lust and desire. She felt her entrance become pierced as Grimm continued the ritual. He went slow, deliberate, letting the bat and her tight walls conform around his member, an inch at a time. She squeaked with every step Grimm pushed forward, feeling her insides clench and hug firmly around him. He panted, spewing hot breaths into Morana's mask, finding great effort of penetrating her, even with the fluid he applied. His mouth was slightly ajar, and although Grimm greatly relished the feeling of his cock inside Morana, he wondered where was the warmth that typically coincided with it. The flame must be deeper inside he thought, and he continued to sink his shaft deeper inside her, eventually getting to the point where his crotch pressed against Morana's buttocks.\n\nMorana was entirely engulfed in this lewd dance. She felt Grimm's cock perfectly, his member pressing into every inch of tightness wrapped around it. Her prostate felt like it was throbbing, squeezed by the troupe master's dick. All she could do was scarcely focus on Grimm's cock slowly thrusting in and out, only the tip consistently left inside her tailhole. The wet slicks of intercourse was all but mute, her lewd muffled moans and the cheering from the spectators flooding her sensitive ears. Each slow grind of Grimm's shaft against her sweet spot sent shaking sensations throughout her, maddening her throbbing with every pass.\n\nGrimm tried to hide his slight unsatisfaction, speeding up his thrusts. Morana's interior still felt odd. It simply wasn't warm. Only slightly cold, the gap in temperature was made greatly obvious with the lustful heat of his own cock. Still, he continued, finding the need to milk out all of Morana's sweet little noises. And milked she was. The princess found her sweet spot abused mercilessly without any breaks in between, spilling her pre all over herself. She couldn't even squirm around much, for Grimm's grasp onto her was well placed. She trembled and quivered as she felt ecstasy rise, and with the troupe master's increasingly hastening thrusts, she felt both orgasms would come soon. She was the first to release, soft whines letting loose as only a few small strands of her cum shot out. Gasps from the spectators filled the air, and Morana's member still continued to twitch madly as Grimm also succame to the flame. With one last push inwards, and a frightening shriek accompanying his orgasm, the ritual leader emptied his own flame in Morana, cum practically burning her walls from the heat difference. Applause emanated from the bystanders as the two bats were left panting, staring at one another, bodies so closely intertwined. Grimm loosened her grip on Morana's limbs, caressing the length of her body slowly and sensually.\n\n\"Bravo kin!… Hear how the crowd adores you! They've not seen such a show in a long time.\"\n\nHe whispered between husked pants, one of his hands moving up to trace Morana's cheek behind her mask. Morana felt her mind blank even further, every sense of her body seeming to waver and numb. The last thing she saw was Grimm clutching her mask and prying it off. Her vision once again turned to black, her mind faltered and faded.\n\n⛧\n\nMorana slowly woke to the light of the gloomy day dissipated and pure darkness fill the tent. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the dark with no more pink tint to her gaze, and she found herself sitting up-right in a different room inside the troupe tent. It was much more enclosed and smaller, still covered in carpets and drapes. She stirred slowly, finding herself to be on top of Grimm's lap, his arms wrapped around her naked waist.\n\n\"Dear bat, I was wondering when you'd wake again...\"\n\nHe whispered softly, his hands rubbing up and down Morana's torso. Grimm effortlessly turned Morana around on his lap, letting the two face each other again. His masked eyes shone in the dark, less brighter and saturated than Morana remembered. Perhaps that was just the mask's effect, for she barely remembered the scene that transpired seemingly hours ago. She stayed silent as the taller bat cooed at her, staring with an embarrassed look in her eyes. Grimm chuckled, planting a gentle smooch onto the bat's forehead.\n\n\"The heat of our passionate dance must have left your flame dwindle… Rest, my kin! You're going to need it, for I think you're the perfect tool for our troupe.\"\n\nGrimm stood up, raising Morana up and back down onto the bed the two just sat upon. Grimm walked to the corner, where there was a metal bar near the ceiling. In a quick movement, he now used the talons on his feet and hang upside down, wrapping his large wings around him. He looked at Morana for one last time, and went to bed, the red glow from the mask's hole dissipating. The smaller bat too went to sleep, her dreams full of attempts that tried to remember the day.\n\n⛧\n\nRotting fur filled her nose and awoke her. She stared listlessly at the decaying corpse of Grimm ahead of her. His dark black fur were all but gone, though it didn't make much of a difference to the body, quickly covered in deep onyx mold. The pure white mask that belonged to him grew tainted and withered alongside his body. The bones of his hanging legs and feet remained attached to the bar he used to sleep with, and the buzzing of flies gnawing on a freshly wilted person remained in the air. Morana sighed, and then sobbed.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": ""Oh, my baby, how beautiful you are

Oh, my darling, completely torn apart"

Gone with the Sin - _HIM_

⛧

Morana stood in the center of a kingdom's ruins, wondering if it was _her_ doing of its decaying state. Crumbles of stone tumbled beneath her hind paws as she scuffled around a fragmented fountain. It was eerily still; not even the wind breezed through her hair. She caught glimpses of eyes peering at her from the cracks of crumbling buildings, making her incredibly conscious about her appearance. Grey fluffy clouds, the same as her fur, hid the light of day, casting a solemn gloom over the dead land.

However, she didn't remember passing through this kingdom, nor knew what a prosperous appearance it might have boasted. It had been about a month, or perhaps two, since her departure from her home castle. A rather sudden and rash departure, as the cause was from her own royalty. It was a tale that Morana wasn't ready to tell, not to herself, not to anyone she would come across. But with all the leaflets posted on bulletin boards advertising a lost vampire princess, her face plastered on them, promising a hefty bounty, she was bound to explain herself someday.

Today wouldn't be one of those days. There was no one around to even ask about such. Venturing through the sodden and sullen roads through homes abandoned, she followed a crimson glow that shone with great eeriness, visible from even outside of the ruins. The faint sounds of an accordion song echoed from the desolate streets, growing increasingly clearer the closer she explored, her ears attuned and perked up. The tune it prominently sang out to the scattered audience of the kingdom's inhabitants had an unsettling undertone, causing a growing sense of dread inside the bat. Following the tune of the reaper, Morana was inevitably met with the size of a massive circus-like tent. The red glow she followed was from a massive fire, held by a cradle that resembled talons reaching out into the heavens. Further light was spewed out from the tent's entrance, which looked similar to a simple mask that seemed to shriek with an agape maw (two smaller holes that resembled eyes sat above, also carrying a glow). A black line for each eye ran vertically across, with tears staining under each.

A brawny figure stood beside the entrance, the source of the song she heard echo throughout these roads, playing fluidly and perfectly. She wondered how such a small instrument was able to signal its call to her so remotely. The stranger wore a mask similar to the 'face' of the tent, in the shape of a vertical pointed oval that bore no mouth, and remained unstirred upon their sight of Morana. The bat stopped outside of the tent's entrance, gazing languidly at the musician. They too turned to look down at her without a word, the mask's black eyes conveying no emotion for Morana to identify. She felt worry trickle down her spine, and she made a small wave to the mysterious figure. They remained unchanging. Dread continued to seize Morana's nerves. She glanced around the area the two stood in, finding no other souls that were drawn to this tent. Without knowledge of what laid past the entrance that faced her, the bat was reluctant to step much further. Wonder, however, gnawed at her mind, and almost reluctantly, with defiance to her mind, she stepped past the tarp that hid from her curiosity.

The tunes were gone without a lingering note as soon as she stepped a paw inside. Despite how bright the glow seemed, the inside of the tent remained gloomy and dark. A welcome change of scenery she decided, unbothered by the dark interior, for her eyes were greatly accustomed to such conditions. She even became more lax, strolling further into the tent with less paranoia than before. Soon, she stood in the center of a great dome shaped room, most likely where the show of the circus would transpire. 'But why even _is_ there a circus in a dead kingdom?' Morana thought, gazing at the scarlet drapes that lined the walls and floor.

A great rumble started to shake around her, and Morana's claws from her hind paws dug into the ground, startled. A drum roll she couldn't find the source of started playing, and bright beams of light from the ceiling started to dance around on the floor. This went on for a few seconds, the bat's surprised gaze following the spotlights, before the circles of light converged into one location in front of her. The drum roll grew louder, and a puff of red smoke accompanied by a sound similar to the crackle of lightening formed! She coughed and covered her eyes with a yelp from the rapid and sudden haze, hearing the paradiddle die down. What remained was an incredibly tall anthro bat, much taller than the musician outside. He too wore a similar mask, in the shape of a loose heart, yet its eyes glowed the same red that invited her inside. A grey cloak wrapped around him with red that lined the insides. The bat's fur was deep black, made apparent by his large ears, and his longer legs that weren't concealed by his cloak. At such a formidable sight, Morana's wings spread wide behind her, trying to make her small appearance a smidge more intimidating.

"Wonderful! How promising that a distant kin of ours have been drawn to the flame! I am Grimm, master of this troupe, and I am pleased to meet you, dear child..."

The bat boasted loudly with a husky voice, gazing down at Morana before bowing down for a quick moment. She couldn't say a single word to the taller bat, left speechless from his exotic entrance and how much he towered over her. Nonetheless, after waiting for a reply that never came, Grimm stood up straight and continued.

"Have you masked your appearance solely off of our tent? Or did our fortuitous imitation of yourself draw you inside?"

He asked Morana, referring to her similarities to himself and his troupe.

"Uh- No! I've never seen you guys or this before so I…guess you could say the last option-"

His question was enough to bring Morana out of the slight shock, a slight blush forming onto her cheeks as her mind was already running rampant about him, her hostility starting to fade. Grimm could sense it too, as well as her.. other thoughts, stepping closer to the smaller bat.

"Special child, I can feel the warmth of your thoughts and the depths of your nightmares! The flame inside you burns hot and cold.. a perfect candidate of your upbringing for our Ritual's dance.."

Grimm pondered out loud, savoring Morana's scarred appearance and strange familiarity.

"Hey!- You don't know me or what I'm thinking of you...stupid tall bat..."

Morana harshly replied in defiance to the troupe master's correct assumptions, her voice trailing off. She shuffled her hind paws idly and looked downwards, reluctant to further tell Grimm about her thoughts. The taller vampire chuckled softly from her fierceness and bent forward, his head just a few inches above Morana's. He extended a singular claw and traced it along her jawline, piercing past her fur and lightly scratching the skin that laid underneath, letting the bat focus on his mask.

"Do not neglect our lewd dance further, my friend! The air hums with excitement, and it is now time to feed the flame that burns inside us both!"

"Lewd?!"

Morana said with great shock when Grimm finished, blushing even deeper. Before she had a chance to oppose further, the taller bat snapped his fingers, and a bright flash of red light filled the room and blinded her. She let out a yelp of pain, struggling to find balance. When her eyes readjusted to the new luminance, she found the drapes that carpeted the walls removed to reveal a stage that circled the pair. Countless figures, all with the same mask as the musician outside, stood in stepped rows. They whispered eagerly among themselves, all of their lifeless eyes peering straight at Morana. Great apprehension seized her bones, using her wings to cover her whole body apart from her head, where her eyes glared bitterly to the crowd. That only made the masked figures buzz more excitedly, waves of movement drifting through the masses. She turned her attention to Grimm, who had his wings spread very widely apart, his great wingspan drawing "oohs" and "ahhs" from the spectators. A booming organ started to play an up-beat tune, blurring the lines of waltz and theatrical music. The troupe master stepped forward to the flustered bat, where she seemed to be hiding her crotch more than her body. He chuckled softly and used the talons of his wings to gently pry Morana's own wings from her body.

"Don't fret small one... show the crowd you are worthy of this passionate dance!"

Grimm expertly spun Morana around so both bats faced the same direction. The taller one still kept his wings holding hers, spreading them as wide as he could, revealing to the crowd the tent that was forming under Morana's dress that she so desperately tried to hide. Ecstatic murmurs rushed through the stands as the little bat whined an embarrassed tone, tucking her dress down to try and hide it further.

"Don't keep me waiting any longer dear..."

Grimm whispered lustfully into Morana's ear, stiffening the smaller bat even further. He reached around Morana with a mask in his hand, very similar to the one he was wearing himself. Morana didn't find herself objecting to it and watched the taller bat place the bony white mask over her. As soon as the mask was firmly in place, her vision turned black and her mind went blank.

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Her mind and eyes reawoke with a pinkish-red tint that painted everything she looked at. The interior of the tent, and everyone that watched her, carried a slight blur as if tears subtly coated her gaze. The music was left muffled, and so were the voices of the crowd, and of Grimm himself. He stood in front of Morana, his red eyes the only thing that was left clear to her. He spoke grandly to the stage, but all of what he said was left as muffled undertones for a new phrase that rang loud and clear for her ears:

"Listen to the master, of the troupe, of yourself… Your part is far from over…"

Morana's mind felt insanely numb and light. All the worries and thoughts that once clouded her mind were clouded itself, and no amount of her thinking could pierce through the haze. All that was left were the commands Grimm gave her.. and how insanely libidinous she felt. Morana felt the flame inside transfer to heat in her crotch, and her limbs threaten to slumber. Grimm moved in closer to her, placing her arms to lay almost limp onto his shoulders. The master then grasped her waist comfortably, and with the tune of music she could barely hear, pranced around the circus stage. The distorted voices of her mind, and her onlookers, grew louder, making her mind buzz as she was danced around. She was left staring up at Grimm's mask while he looked down at her, pressing her chin into his abdomen with one of his wings.

The dance of the pair continued on lustfully. Grimm would close his large wings around the pair frequently, and after each time he'd spread out wide and the two bats would lose an article of clothing. It started with the top that revealed more of Grimm's bleak black fur and Morana's chest, which carried small, perky boobs. Furthermore, her red 'scars' that veined across her body were more than present. Then came off the bottoms, and Morana's tattered dress would be no more. Both bats would bear cocks, although Grimm's would be much larger than the twitching, leaking one that belonged to the princess. Each gradual undressing would draw gasps and lewd whistles, and soon the pair would dance with bare fur brushing one another. Grimm's member would prod and brush against Morana's abdomen, right below her chest. As they continued to dance, Morana would further drown in the pervertedness of her deepest desires, gawking downwards at his cock more so than his mask.

The ritual progressed onto its next state when Morana couldn't bear her pent-up urges any longer and dropped to her knees in an instant. The troupe master's member throbbed right in front of her masked face as Morana grasped and stroked it urgently. She tried to let her maw enclose on his cock, but that mask of hers blocked her feralness from progressing any further. Grimm stifled a moan as his new partner jerked him rapidly, looking down at her with amusement and slight confusion. The crowd around the pair leaned in further, desperate to see the sights just now unfolding. Morana whimpered behind her mask, still trying to tug his shaft into a barred orifice. With her other paw, she started to tilt up her mask to take it off, but Grimm's hand gripped her wrist tightly and pulled it away. She looked up to see his eyes much brighter than before.

"Not yet, dear child... Your flame is still needed."

Again his voice, in the midst of a thousand muffled chorus, echoed into her buzzing mind. Grimm held her naked body close to him, and with a poof, the two disappeared from the stage, sending waves of awe across the spectators. Shortly after, they reappeared in an entirely new position. Morana's back was pressed against the floor, and her legs were folded upwards against it. Grimm, who has crawled over her, pressed her ankles and wrists together to the ground. The smaller bat's butt was lifted upwards slightly, where his cock was already present in front of her tailhole, coated in a slick wet substance. Morana's own cock was throbbing madly, long strings of pre dripping down her slightly bent body. Grimm stared straight downwards at Morana, the two masks' eyes locking with each other. All the princess could see was his mask, and his bright eyes burning every thought in her brain, leaving pure lust and desire. She felt her entrance become pierced as Grimm continued the ritual. He went slow, deliberate, letting the bat and her tight walls conform around his member, an inch at a time. She squeaked with every step Grimm pushed forward, feeling her insides clench and hug firmly around him. He panted, spewing hot breaths into Morana's mask, finding great effort of penetrating her, even with the fluid he applied. His mouth was slightly ajar, and although Grimm greatly relished the feeling of his cock inside Morana, he wondered where was the warmth that typically coincided with it. The flame must be deeper inside he thought, and he continued to sink his shaft deeper inside her, eventually getting to the point where his crotch pressed against Morana's buttocks.

Morana was entirely engulfed in this lewd dance. She felt Grimm's cock perfectly, his member pressing into every inch of tightness wrapped around it. Her prostate felt like it was throbbing, squeezed by the troupe master's dick. All she could do was scarcely focus on Grimm's cock slowly thrusting in and out, only the tip consistently left inside her tailhole. The wet slicks of intercourse was all but mute, her lewd muffled moans and the cheering from the spectators flooding her sensitive ears. Each slow grind of Grimm's shaft against her sweet spot sent shaking sensations throughout her, maddening her throbbing with every pass.

Grimm tried to hide his slight unsatisfaction, speeding up his thrusts. Morana's interior still felt odd. It simply wasn't warm. Only slightly cold, the gap in temperature was made greatly obvious with the lustful heat of his own cock. Still, he continued, finding the need to milk out all of Morana's sweet little noises. And milked she was. The princess found her sweet spot abused mercilessly without any breaks in between, spilling her pre all over herself. She couldn't even squirm around much, for Grimm's grasp onto her was well placed. She trembled and quivered as she felt ecstasy rise, and with the troupe master's increasingly hastening thrusts, she felt both orgasms would come soon. She was the first to release, soft whines letting loose as only a few small strands of her cum shot out. Gasps from the spectators filled the air, and Morana's member still continued to twitch madly as Grimm also succame to the flame. With one last push inwards, and a frightening shriek accompanying his orgasm, the ritual leader emptied his own flame in Morana, cum practically burning her walls from the heat difference. Applause emanated from the bystanders as the two bats were left panting, staring at one another, bodies so closely intertwined. Grimm loosened her grip on Morana's limbs, caressing the length of her body slowly and sensually.

"Bravo kin!… Hear how the crowd adores you! They've not seen such a show in a long time."

He whispered between husked pants, one of his hands moving up to trace Morana's cheek behind her mask. Morana felt her mind blank even further, every sense of her body seeming to waver and numb. The last thing she saw was Grimm clutching her mask and prying it off. Her vision once again turned to black, her mind faltered and faded.

⛧

Morana slowly woke to the light of the gloomy day dissipated and pure darkness fill the tent. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the dark with no more pink tint to her gaze, and she found herself sitting up-right in a different room inside the troupe tent. It was much more enclosed and smaller, still covered in carpets and drapes. She stirred slowly, finding herself to be on top of Grimm's lap, his arms wrapped around her naked waist.

"Dear bat, I was wondering when you'd wake again..."

He whispered softly, his hands rubbing up and down Morana's torso. Grimm effortlessly turned Morana around on his lap, letting the two face each other again. His masked eyes shone in the dark, less brighter and saturated than Morana remembered. Perhaps that was just the mask's effect, for she barely remembered the scene that transpired seemingly hours ago. She stayed silent as the taller bat cooed at her, staring with an embarrassed look in her eyes. Grimm chuckled, planting a gentle smooch onto the bat's forehead.

"The heat of our passionate dance must have left your flame dwindle… Rest, my kin! You're going to need it, for I think you're the perfect tool for our troupe."

Grimm stood up, raising Morana up and back down onto the bed the two just sat upon. Grimm walked to the corner, where there was a metal bar near the ceiling. In a quick movement, he now used the talons on his feet and hang upside down, wrapping his large wings around him. He looked at Morana for one last time, and went to bed, the red glow from the mask's hole dissipating. The smaller bat too went to sleep, her dreams full of attempts that tried to remember the day.

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Rotting fur filled her nose and awoke her. She stared listlessly at the decaying corpse of Grimm ahead of her. His dark black fur were all but gone, though it didn't make much of a difference to the body, quickly covered in deep onyx mold. The pure white mask that belonged to him grew tainted and withered alongside his body. The bones of his hanging legs and feet remained attached to the bar he used to sleep with, and the buzzing of flies gnawing on a freshly wilted person remained in the air. Morana sighed, and then sobbed.", "pools_count": 1, "title": "04 - Gone with the Sin", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/plain", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" }, { "content_tag_id": "5", "name": "Strong Violence", "description": "Strong violence, blood, serious injury or death", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "1" }