LTG loses to Berdly honestly half by luck and gets a rant about how he'll sneak into his bedroom late at night while he's home alone with a member of his covenant in tow grab him by his beak whispering at him to wake his skinny ass up yelling enough to make his unwashed feathers rumble cause Dale knows his ass doesn't take too many showers because you're trolling on a video game then he gon tell his covenant member to sit on his face and hold his beak so he don't make any noise
He gon pull the blanket off Berdly's sleeping butt ass naked booty juice staining the bedsheets making it smell all like a damn petco and those leather water bottles mexicans sell you, and he's just laying in the funk like MMM MMHMM HMM
Dale gon take his pinky, ring, middle finger, droop it in into Berdly's cloaca, cause you need at least three fingers to match the girth of the BBC and this dude only has sex with skinny fucks who pay for his internet connection, he gon go in 1, 2, 3, gonna tease the hole a little bit so all those juices can flow out and he's just like MMMM HMMM HMMM
He gon look to his covenant member, tell him LET HIM SPEAK, covenant's gonna let go his beak a lil, not too much but just enough he can start getting a whisper out, still shaking on the bed, lumpy unexercised salad dodging cheeks going from side to side on the mattress, so Dale grabs him by the talons, looking in his eyes, dead silent
>Bro, why are you here? It wasn't that serious!
I don't respond he don't respond I just take off my left hand, lean my knee on there so you don't get any ideas, I pull out the BBC, my covenant member pushes your head down, you start feeling the heat and circulation pumping on your thigh and you start panicking, like AHHH AHHHHH so my covenant shuts you up again, and I take no mercy, just: UH UHH UHHH UHH UHH
EVISCERATING that worthless cloaca, I ain't even know what a cloaca looked like before until you came into my chat and squirted all your bust, piss, and seminal juices all over my fucking game, so I just keep thrusting and diving in you until you feel the muscles giving in and you're like MMMHMHMHMH, trying to look away but my covenant member holds one eye open and forces you to watch me insert the BBC
You get tired, stop shaking, stop screaming and all that bullshit, I tell my covenant member
>Let his beak go, I gotta ask him a question
he does. I grab your ribcage, pull myself in a little bit, and just say
>Did you think you was gonna get away with it?
You play dumb, you're like
>G-: get away with what?!
I don't take that as an answer, my covenant member, he's not new to this, he already knows what's coming; scoots in and lifts your shoulders up so I get the support I need
I get my knees on the bed now, readjust the BBC, your eyes start widening, the light fall on it different and you get to see all the veins you couldn't see before, just like how you didn't see all the lag spikes from your shitty internet: I start slamming down on it, with every thrust
>DID, YOU, THINK, YOU, COULD, PLAY, ME,
literally holding you by the ribcage, slamming my words into your monster bootyhole. My covenant member don't even try to hold your beak, it's not gonna make a difference. So I'ma see clearly how amazed you are at the dick when I'm forcing my BBC into your hole while you jiggle all over it, GET THAT ASS BANNED