The thick scent of the massive cock poised over her like an executioner's axe filled her nose, and Tsan recoiled slightly, the stink of it making her mouth water and keeping her arousal, already high from the fingering she'd received, achingly strong. Her poor brain was fried with it all, enraptured by the creature's aura.

Then she choked on her own spit, coughing as she fell back onto her ass while her eyes watered. Wiping at her bleary eyes, she heard the soft laughter of the creature, already starting to edge that cock back towards her. "If you enjoy **** so much, we can find better ways to make that happen, daughter of the fae."

Tsan mewled out softly, "Why do you keep calling-" her words caught in her throat as she looked at the creature, full on, not with lust or through tears, or just at a part of it, but actually looked at it. The illusion didn't hold up to her scrutiny, and she squeaked in fright, scrambling backwards.

The being had roughly the same features as a human, two legs, two arms, a head, but the proportions were all wrong. The head was too large, with a dagger toothed mouth that stretched ear to ear. The hair was long and stringy and the eyes were yellow and hungry. The arms and legs were slender, looking gaunt and ending in razor-claws that tipped long fingers. The skin was brown and seemed to be drawn tight over the creature's flesh, as if too little skin was wrapping too much.

It recognized that she'd seen through it and lunged forward, claws outstretched to seize her, deceptively fast despite the gangly appearance.

Wanting no part of whatever intentions it might have had, Tsan lashed out with her bare feet, pulling back her toes to lance into the creature with the ball of her foot. It swiped at her pants, catching the already damaged fabric and tearing them away entirely as it fell backwards into the ruined furniture with a clatter.

Tsan pushed herself up, reaching back to pull the cleaver free. Her heart raced in her chest, and her eyes narrowed, preparing herself.