Oh yeah? [He licks a stripe up Fizz's neck and nips at the point of his jaw.] You want me to watch as he fucks you on that giant cock of his?

[The downside of having Fizz pressed against a wall is that he can't fucking figure out where the opening to his stupid outfit is. Growling in annoyance, Blitzø sweeps Fizz up into his arms and flings him onto the bed, leaping onto it himself with his tail flicking back and forth behind him.]

How much of this shit can I tear off of you?