Damara/Kankri (#tw: non-con)
"Shut the fuck up!" She grabs your nose, pinches it again and shoves the joint past your already abused lips until you can do nothing but draw an intake of air. You have no idea how to smoke this stuff so you're coughing and wheezing, your lungs burning, as she cackles and saunters off--traces of genetic material clinging to the inside of her thighs.













