If we didn’t click, no pressure, I could just play it off and say I was sick or some other excuse.She ended up having a very outgoing and bubbly per...sonality. She talked in a rather loud voice with that characteristic “B Flat” sound that many trans women have. We ordered two taco plates and a few beers and chatted intensely for the next hour. When I felt it was time to leave, I paid up and suggested that we drive down to a movie theater and see what was playing. We agreed that she would leave. There were other signs that the Apocalypse drew near. One was when the fire-haired demonling was captured by the gods for study one night soon after my clawing tree was erected. They cast spells to control it so that it couldn't change into its true form with cloven hooves and horns of a ram.To plant the seeds of terror into the hive-mind that connects all demon kind, my prowess was shown to it time and again that night as I was pitted against a tethered feather-twit that jumped and bounced. "Refreshed by my minutes of sleep, I saw his semi-erect cock and moved to suck him. I licked the tip and dropped my head, taking him as deep as I could without gagging. He grew quickly, his orgasm not far off. As I stroked and bobbed my head in a constant rhythm, he got harder and harder for me.His sac drew up and he groaned, his cock throbbing inside my mouth as he filled me with his seed. I swallowed rapidly and sucked for more, releasing the head and playing with the shaft, licking it off as. The floor beneath was flat and smooth. Their light beams bounced off the sandstone walls which were vertically straight until they hit the barrel ceiling. No ornamentation survived the transformation into sandstone. Their footsteps echoed off of the walls.The tunnel stopped and the explorers had the choice of left or right. Either way was dark. Looking backwards, Jorie realized that the entrance had disappeared. They had been walking steadily downwards and he never realized it.Mista was acting.