In fact it was the Coyote - trickster god to many native American tribes,who was stuck at the center of the multiverse thanks to an encounter witha ce...tain Asgardian.Coyote sniffed the air, and frowned.Most of the time, Coyte grumbled to himself about how boring things weresince he got stuck. "Oh sure," he'd say, "I managed to have a little funby sending my power to Earth, and turning one poor schmuck's life totallyupside down, that had been a good time, but other than that ... this isno place. Her golden, cat eyes looked back at him with a mixture of amusement and mild frustration. Beauty stared off into the middle distance, thinking on how to reply.“Logan eat meat. Cook on fire, more good. Eat raw, less good.” Her face screwed up in a comical expression of disgust to emphasize the “less good” part. “Demons feed on souls. Eat raw, less good. Venom make more good.”“Why?” he asked. “How?”“More good.” She snapped her teeth in her normal gesture of frustration. He watched her struggle to. They, being men, however, continued to think only with the little one. Because of that romance and seduction died. What guy needed to wine and dine, when all he had to do was whip it out, and she'd be drooling at the sight and smell of his cock and cum filled balls?Then she gave us the worst part. The virus was incurable.I wasn't the only one to cry myself to sleep that night, with my hands between my legs.After that news report women panicked. No one wanted to be a cum-addicted bimbo. Sales of. I removed my sunglasses, as I had done before, and the boy ignored his fear when he looked into my eyes. I smiled. "My sexual encounters consist solely of the presence of a woman. Can you say the same?" One hand shot straight to his fiery-induced groin, the other, over the fresh wound on his neck. He looked startled. "What did you do to me?" his voice echoed around us. "I have only enjoyed the taste of your blood," I answered calmly. "It seems you rather enjoyed yourself too." "No." he turned.