Old art
The fae had glanced up plaintively when He entered the bedroom. Tentacles coiled about pale flesh and hefted him up into the air. The boy’s only response was a defeated whimper. He knew he was no match for the warlock’s power and strength, especially with his beautiful wings now severed.
He asked no questions as the bleak one’s slimy appendages carried him closer to the grizzly, demonic face. It was in vain all the same. The fiend’s visits, while unexpected, were all for the same goal.
“My mana sssssupply growssss low, little fly.” The dark mage hissed through a grin of shark teeth. Inches from the boy’s face he chuckled. “Good thing I have you.”
With his wings removed Limpin was grounded, as were his magical powers. The energy boiled within him, unable to escape through normal use. To one who knew how it was easily tapped though. Extreme amounts of pain turned the fae into a veritable well of energy.
“Have I sssshown you my leech collection?”
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Pretty heavy ero-guro stuff from my early days.
