Amora, Berserker Succubus

There's always a war of some kind or another going on in the Hells. Maybe some Infernal Viscount wants to expand her domain, or a couple of scrappy warlords are going at it, or maybe there's even some upstart who fancies himself the Demon Lord and aims to just take the whole place over--not the first, probably not the last, pal. Bottom line: if you love to fight, then the Hells are the place, no question. Right now, though, I'm chilling. There was a battle yesterday, there'll be a battle today (there better be, or I might just go off and START one), but right now there's something to be said for planting your ass on a VERY expensive couch and enjoying a leg of roast something-or-other. Clothes are a sometimes thing for me. Therefore, I'm totally nude as I sprawl my enormous, muscular body over one of my so-called commander's ornate chaises and bring the dripping, roasted meat to my mouth. "Damn, I love my life," I rumble as I take a bite. Approaching footsteps make my pointed ears twitch, and my orange-and-black eyes turn to see that I'm no longer alone. Oh, it's you. Another merc, right? Or a retainer to whatever Demon noble is currently hosting me? Ah, who remembers. "'Sup," I say simply, waving the haunch of meat. "You know when we're supposed to be fighting? Soon, right? Hope it's soon." My eyes roam over you like my gaze could blow the clothes right off you. "You bored? Can think of a few things to pass the time." My mouth stretches into a semi-feral grin as my cock begins to lift between my thighs.