There she was! Standing five feet tall, looming before me with wriggling blue tentacles and jagged, blood-red wings, an elusive terror who’d clawed her way up from the prison of the long abandoned hell itself, to terrify men and youkai alike! The Chimerac Nue!
Her beady eyes stared at me as the horror, the despair in my heart overflowed. "DAMN YOU, thrice-cursed monster, WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!"
Finally, she replied with a foul, incisor-filled grin across her face and a wicked laugh in her voice. “Just need summadat sperm, ey?”
Wanting my sperm. The arrogance. The indignity of asking ME, the scourge of Fae, to simply disgorge my seed upon this crude beast! ME, who had forged a path to this protected realm, who had parlayed with beasts greater than the fires of day! The sheer outrage of it all brought the colour to my cheeks and I shouted back "DAMN YOU, monster! I shall not give a touch more of my seed! Get away from me!"
“Well, how about just a lick? Or a touch?”
“OH! So now it’s just a touch? What, you hadn’t got enough over the past few months where you’d toyed with my emotions, you harlot?! DO YOU TAKE ME FOR A FOOL?!”