Xanaphia
Evil Midweek Cutie
- Joined
- Sep 28, 2013
The demon’s intimidation brought her out of her fantasy. Matthias might have tried to exert some control over the demon, but if she couldn’t escape his clutches, they was little her bed bound lover could do from afar. She didn’t doubt that the demon would keep her captive and use her until his threats were reality.
So she struggled against the cock pounding her cunt, and the talons gripping her hips. She was groaning wordlessly as she fought his defilement , feeling his claws dig in to hold her still, drawing more blood as she pulled away from him. He was never going to release her until he released his seed within her and rebelling against his desire left her hips and thighs shredded.
Suddenly, she was pushed down, face first into the dirt, his climax spurting against her skin, instead of inside her. She fought her harder, as he tried to push his spasming shaft back within her, fill her with his seed, and fulfill his taunt. Bucking and thrashing with all her strength, he was unable to finish inside her, his release running down her ass and thighs. She managed to turn now, connecting her steel fist into his ear, sending him down with both a blow and the potency of his orgasm.
On top of him again, she slammed her right into his face, over and over, until he was no longer fighting back. Demonic black blood covered her armor sleeve as she shuddered over him, angry with him for hurting her, angry with herself for not being strong enough to stop him. It took a moment to catch her breath and calm down, her body still aching in the aftermath of his assault on her. She came to her sense and check for a pulse, remembering his words from before. Find out what happens to him if you kill me. Was he telling the truth? Was he bluffing? She couldn’t risk it, couldn’t risk losing Matthias after they came so far together. She needed him now more than ever.
A pulse. He was alive, just unconscious from her attack. She slid off him now, still sore, still incensed, still reeling from the confusion of what happened. It was a struggle to get to her feet, with blood and seed mixing over her thighs. The last time she left him unconscious like him, he came back after her. Choked her and held her underwater What could she do? She didn’t have anything on her to bind him with, nor did he, or he might have done it to her already. At the very least she pulled his blade off of him, and sundered the lance, tossing the pieces in different directions. If he came at her again, she would have the advantage. She made her way to the Sarn now, eager to wash away this most recent intrusion against her.
So she struggled against the cock pounding her cunt, and the talons gripping her hips. She was groaning wordlessly as she fought his defilement , feeling his claws dig in to hold her still, drawing more blood as she pulled away from him. He was never going to release her until he released his seed within her and rebelling against his desire left her hips and thighs shredded.
Suddenly, she was pushed down, face first into the dirt, his climax spurting against her skin, instead of inside her. She fought her harder, as he tried to push his spasming shaft back within her, fill her with his seed, and fulfill his taunt. Bucking and thrashing with all her strength, he was unable to finish inside her, his release running down her ass and thighs. She managed to turn now, connecting her steel fist into his ear, sending him down with both a blow and the potency of his orgasm.
On top of him again, she slammed her right into his face, over and over, until he was no longer fighting back. Demonic black blood covered her armor sleeve as she shuddered over him, angry with him for hurting her, angry with herself for not being strong enough to stop him. It took a moment to catch her breath and calm down, her body still aching in the aftermath of his assault on her. She came to her sense and check for a pulse, remembering his words from before. Find out what happens to him if you kill me. Was he telling the truth? Was he bluffing? She couldn’t risk it, couldn’t risk losing Matthias after they came so far together. She needed him now more than ever.
A pulse. He was alive, just unconscious from her attack. She slid off him now, still sore, still incensed, still reeling from the confusion of what happened. It was a struggle to get to her feet, with blood and seed mixing over her thighs. The last time she left him unconscious like him, he came back after her. Choked her and held her underwater What could she do? She didn’t have anything on her to bind him with, nor did he, or he might have done it to her already. At the very least she pulled his blade off of him, and sundered the lance, tossing the pieces in different directions. If he came at her again, she would have the advantage. She made her way to the Sarn now, eager to wash away this most recent intrusion against her.