The hell horse aggressively walked through the halls of the Mars facility of the Union Aerospace bay window. His powerful muscles contracting and then relaxing as he formed fist with each brawny tone on the metal flooring. He had maimed, torn, and destroyed his way into being one of the first fiend to be sent into the mortal plane. A low grumble escaped his jaw. His nostrils flared as he took in a rarely known scent to demonkind. As one of the first Hell Knights he was entitled to his share of the spoils. Specifically he was interested in a delicacy amongst his kind : man female person.
He followed the smell further, turning a corner into what a flickering sign stated was a residential block. When he turned the corner, he felt an imp, a less monster, try to move past him. He grabbed the arm of the imp before it ran past and yanked it back, the strength of the act tearing the imps thin arm from its physical structure. It let out a primal moan of pain before the infernal region knight brought down its foot onto the head of the worthless matter. The blood stained the leathery skin of the Hell horse and it could find the adrenaline and blood stirring as it killed.
The smell of female was getting stronger. He heard the screams of humans coming from throughout the facility. The pillage had begun it seemed.
He would not be denied what was owed to him.
A steel door was all that blocked his way to his prize. The weak whimpering and yell of two females were clear to him. With a single mighty snow of his clenched fist, the doorway set. A 2nd one completely pushed it off the flexible joint and sent it flying into the room.
The netherworld horse believed he found heaven. Or at least the closemouthed his variety could find. Two beautiful female, one immature and the former older. The younger miss, who appeared 18 years of age was far shorter than the Hell Knight, perhaps only 5'3 '' and possessed a thin picket and lilliputian body. Her features were a mix between Asian and European, with the Asian side being far inviolable in her blood it seemed. She would be fun to break in.
The former female, who stood a piddling high-pitched at about 5'5 '' was very similar to the younger one, was likely of the same clan. Perhaps her mother. Her features were a bit more mature, with a larger pectus and a trim and fit trope, albeit one maintained through panoptic training.
Both charwoman were huddled behind a desk, with the senior one cradling her tyke. Both screamed at the entry of the Hell horse. The mother pulled a pistol from the flooring and started firing wildly. She yelled for her 'daughter'to get down. The round of golf bounced throughout the room, with only a couple impacting the stocky tegument of the horse. He let out barely even a groan, registering the guesswork but no pain.
He grabbed the female parent by the hand and crushed both the pistol and her hand. Then he pushed them both down, to break their embrace. He grabbed the female parent and lifted her up. She screamed for `` Mary '' to run away. The the pits knight looked over the female parent and then at the youthful one who was apparently Mary. There were in all probability quite a little of fucktoys to go around. No point in enjoying spoiled goods. He began to smash the mother in his strong bobby pin. The offer of her ribs was the first audible disturbance beyond her unspeakable cries and pointless bargains.
He took swell pleasure as he began to bow her vertebral column inwards, and his tenacious, rough in natural language licked the bare teeth of his mouth. He desired more than mere destruction of these women though. He began to lick at her tearing typeface, the groans of the female becoming increasingly of disgust than of pain. Before he would suffer crushed her entirely, he loosened his bobby pin and she slipped to the floor. She coughed blood and begged for mercy whenever she got a gasp of air. Although she would n't be as tight as her daughter, she had early uses. His libido was beginning to direct ahold of him moreso than the violent disposition. He was restless, having been longer than he could remember, since he cobbler's last took a human cleaning woman. He wanted this more than anything. He needed this. He needed to fuck this homo. To take her for his pleasure and ruin her when this fuckslut became useless to him.
The Hell Knights cock was by now fully erect. The length was approximately fourteen in, four inch thick, and the head was incredibly dense, not at all smooth like the flyspeck humans. The sides were veiny, but relatively smooth. It was more battering ram than cock the Hell Knight might admit if he was capable of it. The mother saw it clearly and attempted to locomote back, her arms weakly pushing, unable to fully affect herself away. The the pits horse brought down his leg onto her waist and smashed the connection between her and her wooden leg. Then he grabbed her by the neck, gently raising her up til her sass was at the same storey as his monumental cock.
His finger pushed into her jaw, and forced it down. She screamed violently, more blood running out of her now-slackened jaw. He took his absolve bridge player and put it around her headland and shoved his prick forwards. Her blood covered the tip and he could only go a few column inch into her before he was blocked. A few thrusts and he could get even more. She was barely responsive at this point, low groans came from her when he pushed himself even more. Her line of descent coated his entire dick. He was ready to move on, so he reared back, til the head of his cock was out of her oral cavity, grabbed her head word tightly and slammed his cock forwards. The bulbous tip pushing past ivory and encephalon and blood and out of the cover of her skull. He throw the useless fucktoy on the ground before remembering he had one Sir Thomas More dainty in entrepot.
Mary, paralyzed by the sight, could do little but sit and snivel as the inferno horse approached her ...