04-26-2013, 06:13 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-27-2013, 05:05 AM by SimonBrownMpreg.)
"I'm not interested in love," Quetzalcoatl grumbled, even though he blushed at the idea of having someone to polish his scales and admire his many great white feathers. "I liked the worshipers. I liked that they feared me and revered my power. All I had to do was raise the sun every morning and drive away the cold every spring. My winds could blow away their entire crops, but they did whatever I wanted to make sure that didn't happen. This friend you keep talking about might be amusing for a while, but I just don't think one human is going to be enough, brother."