Feral Dominance: The Demon King

Draxyl drew closer, his long, serpentine tongue whipping back and forth and slathering his cheek with hot spittle. he groaned, his vision tunneling. draxyl's teeth were now inches away from his skull. he felt a stab of dread.

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