Re: The Mothman vs. The Moon Goddess

by Titanosaurus Tue Apr 24, 2012 5:37 pm

Mothman softly chirped under his breath, taking every ounce of pleasure out of the experience. The inside of his weakening opponent felt warm and moist. She was gradually submitting to him, just as he wanted; or so he thought. The Moon Goddess slashed the Mothman's chest while he was vulnerable. The feeling of his flesh being torn caused Mothman to reel in pain. He squealed sharply, and looked down to find several bloody markings. Mothman shouldn't have been so surprised by it, because he did become a bit careless.

He then glared at the goddess. The sexual mood he had developed was gone. The monster's narrowed his eyes. Mothman drew back every tentacle, including the one that he had used to penetrate his foe. Mothman still held the Moon Goddess in his arms. He wanted to take advantage of this. Mothman tried to push her against the mat, face down. He tried to force her to turn her body in order to do this. If he successfully did that, he would then try to "wipe" the mat using the face of the Moon Goddess.

by luna146 Fri May 04, 2012 6:31 pm

She grinned at the Mothman as he was obviously in pain. However that quickly left as all the tentacles were removed from her as she felt herself pushed onto the mat. "Ompphhh. Unhand me you beast!" she cried out as she was flipped. Her claws scratched the mat as she tried to recover but it was no use ass her face was pushed across the mat. "Ack stop!" she yelled out.

by Titanosaurus Tue May 29, 2012 10:54 pm

Mothman's zany technique was proving too much for the Moon Goddess to overcome. Many of the onlookers were laughing at the fighters. They couldn't take Mothman's technique seriously; it was like he was cleaning the ring. The Moon Goddess's desperate clawing just made the scene more hilarious. But neither combatant laughed. Mothman acquired a feeling of animosity toward his foe. Her voice grated his nerves. She wanted him to stop using her face as a cleaning rag? He did.

Mothman raised one of his large feet. The black talons that tipped his foot were glossy under the stage light. It was lingering over the goddess's head. The sole of his foot overshadowed her cranium. Mothman brought his foot down, making a shrill, otherworldly scream. He was done fooling around with his opponent. The Mothman wanted to show her that he was the dominant specimen in that wrestling ring.

by luna146 Wed May 30, 2012 6:13 pm

She felt his foot onto of her head pushing down. "The almost naked Goddess was helpless beneath him. She thought quickly trying to think of way out of this situation. She could try to claw3 his foot but knew that he could press more on her. She finally decided to try it. Her claws came up and grabbed his ankle trying to cause some pain in order to get him to life his foot.

by Titanosaurus Wed Jun 06, 2012 9:00 am

It seemed that Mothman's foe was going to submit, until she grabbed the monster's ankle. An agonizing feeling shot through his foot. The claws of the Moon Goddess tore through the flesh of his ankle. His response was a pitiful squeal. The sensible thing to do would have been to let go, but Mothman refused to do that. Giving in to the pain would be a sign of weakness, and Mothman felt that he needed to prove something to this deity: even if he were a demon, he still was not inferior to her.

Resisting the urge free his ankle and spare the goddess from a proper humiliation, Mothman kept his foot on the Moon Goddess's head. He didn't want to bow down to this being, especially after being insulted time and time again. Two tentacles slithered out from his body. Mothman was not going to show mercy at this point. The monster growled as both tentacles were raised in the air. He was going to lash the Moon Goddess with these appendages. If she did not escape, the outcome would be gruesome.

by luna146 Mon Jul 09, 2012 5:47 am

Moon Goddess kept digging into the ankle to no avail. He was in pain but it was not making him move his ankle. She let go and thought about trying something else however her thoughts were cut short seeing two tentacles rising above ready to strike. "Oh no!" she cried out. Her mobility was limited since her head was pinned. Still she was very flexible. She moved her body away by lifting her lower end up. It would expose more of her to the Mothman but it should be enough to dodge the tentacles.

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