Vacia & Bruno
| Vacia & Bruno | |
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Busts by Moira | |
| Creator | Savin |
| Information | |
| Nickname(s) | Ligma (Bruno) (Silly Mode) |
| Species | Demons (formerly Minotaurs) |
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| Faction | Demon Cult |
| Location | Grave of Saints |
| Stats | |
| Level | 7 |
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| Strengths | Vacia and Bruno have 2 action points each |
| Version Added | 0.4.39 |
"I'm Vacia, and this is Bruno. He's my personal battering ram!" the succubus announces proudly, grabbing one of the lumbering beast-man's arms. "Batters my pussy, my throat, my ass, my enemies. You name it, Bruno beats it up. Well, you don't name it — he only listens to me, just like before we got all demon'd up and he was a pretty little twinkboy! Anywhosits, gimme the ring, babe, so we can get to the dicking. Or do you wanna play hard to get? Cuz that's Bruno's favorite part!"
"Who the fuck is Ligma?"
The succubus giggles. "LIGMA BALLS AHAHAHAHA also he's a giant minotaur!! Check it out!"
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Vacia
Appearance
A clitter-clop of hoof falls reaches your ears a moment before a figure, extraordinarily voluptuous and clad in nothing but a wide-brimmed hat and loose leather coat, strides out from around the corner. Her garment is unbuckled and hanging limply form her shoulders to reveal gravid breasts each capped with a milk-beading nipple, and a low-hanging horsecock that's as black as her swinging pair of balls. The devilish horns sprouting from her scalp and the diminutive wings flitting behind her only confirm that she's no wayward cow.
"Aww, did I give myself away?" the woman pouts, running a dainty milk-white hand up the half-hard pillar of her cock, letting her clawed fingers linger over a demonic tattoo above her womb.
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Bruno
Appearance
The floor shudders as a behemoth shape lumbers out from around the corner after the succubus, completely naked, and completely, utterly massive in every sense of the word. He's well over ten feet tall, a mountain of muscles and fur and horns with a cock that's so huge it dwarfs even his own thighs. He's clearly just cum, still leaking aftershots all over the floor with every step. Your ears burn as he walks, dragging another polearm — this one more literal, a viciously jagged labrys — behind him, cutting trenches in the stone behind him.
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Interactions
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Bad End
Sex
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Quests and Events
Grave of Saints
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